Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt 01
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It was my birthday and I wanted to enjoy it. I had worked very hard the day before, and I felt entitled to reward myself. I was going to have a nice, easy, relaxing day fucking whom I chose when I chose, with no conveyer belt, no rotas, and no surprises.
Things never work out as we plan them.
I had slept in the main bedroom with Florence and Kylie, who had arrived the evening before and who both, I felt, needed my attention. Florence had evidently been obeying my orders to eat; she was noticeably bigger and her monster of a bra was beginning to pinch her most uncomfortably. She looked much more at ease wandering the house naked, and the sheer size of her tits drew fascinated looks from the other girls.
As for other sleeping arrangements, I noticed that a certain pecking order, based on seniority, had tacitly asserted itself. Wendy came top, of course. As a much older woman than the others, as the chief organiser, and above all as my wife, she was treated with due respect by all the other girls. This was only to be expected, but I also noticed that the earlier recruits to my harem seemed to assume, and were generally accorded, a degree of priority. Fran was the head of this group but Connie, Gabby, Alicia and even Kylie found themselves deferred to and took advantage to claim the best sleeping quarters in the twins' rooms and the three guest bedrooms. With much bed-sharing about a dozen girls slept in relative comfort leaving all the others to find what resting-places they could in a variety of chairs, sofas, sleeping bags and, if all else failed, blankets on the floor.
Wendy exempted herself from the general rule of nakedness, either because of her status as my wife or because, as a woman in her forties, albeit looking very good for her age, she could not compete with the more youthful flesh displayed elsewhere. She wore a light summery frock well suited to a weekend in the country. Going clothed was her idea, not mine, but I decided not to interfere.
After breakfast in bed and a refreshing shower, I turned my attention first to the twins then to Elspeth and Yvonne, all of whom I wanted to thank for their efforts the day before. I had just carried the latter two off to recover and was relaxing with a cup of tea before inviting Gina and another (perhaps Olga, I thought) to join me. After that I might go downstairs and chat with a few girls and try to put a few names and personalities to the fleeting faces I remembered from yesterday. It was at this juncture, when I was feeling thoroughly smug and self-satisfied, that Fran rushed in with a look of alarm on her face and, what worried me even more, a handful of clothing. As she struggled into it she told me breathlessly there was a mystery woman outside. At that moment the doorbell rang.
Laura, for it was of course she, waited at the door with growing unease. Ever since she had arrived at her mother's house the night before, she had been haunted by a fear that she was about to make a monumental idiot of herself. Her mother had asked shrewd questions about her sudden decision to visit and Laura, feeling that it was impossible to explain the situation to anyone else, had been obliged to give vague and evasive replies. In the morning as she sat in her car in the driveway of her mother's house she seriously thought for a moment of giving the whole thing up and going straight back to Cambridge.
But the thought that she might thereby pass up a unique opportunity to discover what on earth was going on was even harder to bear than the prospect of making herself look foolish. "And there is something going on," she said aloud. "I know it." So she turned right instead of left and headed into deepest Surrey.
As Laura drove she reviewed the situation. That Elspeth was seeing an unsuitable man and lying about it she knew for sure, but by itself that was none of her business and would certainly not have brought her all this way to investigate. What was so disturbing about it was the way Elspeth's manner had changed in ways that were too sudden and dramatic for normal explanation. At the least, the girl must be on drugs of some kind, but she had never seen or heard of symptoms like these. And there was more to it even than that; Elspeth's responses to questioning had been not merely evasive but peculiar, as if she herself were confused. Laura's best guess, at this point, was that Elspeth had got mixed up with some cult, was probably in thrall to its charismatic leader, and was taking some sort of drugs it supplied to devotees. She was far from satisfied with this theory, which left far too much unexplained (Elspeth did not remotely fit the personality profile for involvement in cults. Why would such an organisation use the house of a leading City banker? What had caused Elspeth's sudden academic brilliance?). But for the moment she could come up with nothing better.
Laura was backing her instinct, too, her emotional intelligence. She did not share the disdain felt by most of her academic colleagues for "female intuition". She thought in its way it was every bit as valid and useful as more formal reasoning; the latter had the merit of producing definable and provable results but was (as she argued in her book) limited to matters that could be reduced to mathematics or very formal language. But women had a sensitivity to subtleties of expression and behaviour far too fine to be expressed in words; they should, she argued, show more confidence in this valuable aptitude and make more use of it. So this morning, she was following not only her intuition but her own advice.
She little knew where they would lead her.
When she reached the house she was disappointed to find that it lay at the end of a long drive. She stopped outside the gateway (there was no actual gate) and pondered what to do. Her hope had been that some activity would have been evident that was either so reassuring that she could drive off unnoticed or so alarming that she would be justified in taking some definite action such as calling the police. But there was nothing; all she could see was the house at the far end of the drive and a few cars parked in front of it. The green one looked like Elspeth's, but from this distance she could not be sure.
She did not want to enter the premises. She was terrified that Elspeth would suddenly appear with some totally innocent explanation of all that had been going on. How then would Laura explain herself? It would be bad enough being seen on the public highway: "Hello, Elspeth, what a coincidence! I just happened to be driving by." It would be a tough sell, but maybe she could get away with it. But, "Hello, Elspeth, I was just going for a quiet drive into the grounds of this private house," was hardly practical politics.
Nevertheless Laura, having come so far, could not back off now. Heart in mouth, she drove slowly through the gateway and up to the house. The front door was closed and, oddly on a lovely summer's day, the curtains of all the downstairs windows were drawn. There seemed to be no one about. Cautiously she got out and walked over to the green car. She could not be certain, since Elspeth's registration number was one of the few things she did not have in her head, but the car certainly looked like Elspeth's and it had a Cambridge City parking permit in the windscreen.
Laura peered at the car, then at the house. Suddenly she thought she caught the faint sound of girlish laughter. She approached the front door and listened intently. Were those voices, female voices, she could hear?
At this moment Fran, happening to pass the upstairs window and idly glancing out, was horrified to see an unfamiliar car outside. Warily approaching the window, she saw an unknown woman by the front door, standing very still, possibly listening for something. Fran grabbed her clothes and ran to find Wendy and me.
Laura had reached a decision. She had to come up with an excuse to ring the doorbell. The best she could think of was that her car had overheated and she needed water. Even now she hesitated a moment at the door. Yes, she was sure of it now; she could hear women's voices from inside. She rang the bell.
In the hall there was a fairly tense stand-off in progress. Wendy, hearing the whistle and grateful for any interruption, pulled the phone from her pocket. "Excuse me a moment, please, Dr Stone," she said, but the courtesy of these words was belied by the determined way she stood her ground and the fierce glare that wordlessly said, "Don't even think about using this diversion to get past me." Laura paused. Even she was not immune from the strange but universal rule that someone engaged...
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XIX ‘An irresistible chemical assault’ Over the next several hours, with brief breaks only for food (once) and sex (twice), I was to learn more about human physiology and neurology than I had in the previous forty-nine years. I also learnt more about Uncle Albert than I had ever suspected before, more, indeed, than I wanted to know, for overall the picture that slowly emerged was not a pretty one. It became evident that Uncle Albert had devoted virtually his entire adult life to this...
‘Bloody selfish’ When I got back to my office I buzzed Fran and asked her to come and see me. She arrived promptly and shut the door. ‘I know what this is about,’ she said as she took a chair, ‘and you can save your breath. I’ve made up my mind, James, and nothing you could say will change it.’ Then she looked more closely at my face and her manner softened abruptly. ‘James, you poor darling, you look so upset. What’s the matter?’ ‘Fran,’ I said, too apprehensive and ashamed to look her in...
VIII ‘Any woman’ After a while I began to feel stronger and I wished I could go to Albert’s as I had been trying to do for the last few days. But I could hardly leave Kylie sexed-out on the front room floor so I pottered about the house for a bit, then, since she showed no signs of coming down after nearly an hour, I decided I might as well take the opportunity to catch up with a few jobs about the garden. ”Ello, James,’ said someone. ‘Sorry to ‘ear about yer uncle.’ It was Betty, Kylie’s...
Over the next several hours, with brief breaks only for food (once) and sex (twice), I was to learn more about human physiology and neurology than I had in the previous forty-nine years. I also learnt more about Uncle Albert than I had ever suspected before; more, indeed, than I wanted to know, for overall the picture that slowly emerged was not a pretty one. It became evident that Uncle Albert had devoted virtually his entire adult life to this project. The electronic record went back only...
XLII The teacher taught They found Elspeth sitting up in bed, bare-breasted but not caring, looking dazed but definitely conscious, and radiantly happy. Laura ran up to her and grasped her hand. ‘Elspeth, are you all right?’ Elspeth appeared to have trouble focusing on this difficult question. She blinked. ‘Laura? So it was you earlier?’ ‘Yes, I was in here before but I didn’t think you were awake.’ ‘I was. I could hear you but I couldn’t move or speak, I just felt so lovely all over. I...
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XIII Off my chest The situation was surreal. Here we were, hurrying off to inaugurate a sexual relationship, yet we were sitting as far apart as the size of the cab would permit, staring angrily out of opposite windows without a word to each other. I was furious with Fran for having forced me to give way when all I wanted was for her own good, and I could see she was equally upset at my reluctance to give her what she wanted. But she was still eager, when we got to the flat she fumbled with...
XXIX ‘Any woman out there’ We went upstairs to the main bedroom. The girl was clearly coming out of it. She was breathing in long, deep, happy sighs and she turned her head when we entered the room. Her eyes, no longer glassy, sparkled as they fixed on me, apparently hardly noticing Wendy. I walked to the foot of the bed and stood there with my legs somewhat apart and my arms folded as I tried to assume a pose suggesting a confidence and mastery I was far from feeling. I looked at my...
The situation was surreal. Here we were, hurrying off to inaugurate a sexual relationship, yet we were sitting as far apart as the size of the cab would permit, staring angrily out of opposite windows without a word to each other. I was furious with Fran for having forced me to give way when all I wanted was for her own good, and I could see she was equally upset at my reluctance to give her what she wanted. But she was still eager; when we got to the flat she fumbled with the keys in her...
The end All this was a year ago. Perhaps I can best wrap the story up by offering a series of incidents during the intervening twelve months that strike me as particularly interesting or significant (or sexy or amusing. Or, in one or two cases, grim). * Last summer’s birthday weekend was the turning point. Once all the girls were safely captured, and the decision had been taken to go wholesale into the sex business, everything seemed to fall into place. I was very strict about ensuring girls...
III ‘Sorry to hear’ On the tube to work as I mulled confusedly over what was happening to me, I found myself thinking more respectfully of Uncle Albert. It seemed the old goat had known what he was doing after all. Apart from anything else, he had apparently saved my marriage. Clearly in FUCK he had devised some kind of sexual super-drug. I compared it with what I had heard and read about drugs such as Viagra, they had had remarkable results in many cases, but surely nothing to compare with...
On the tube to work as I mulled confusedly over what was happening to me, I found myself thinking more respectfully of Uncle Albert. It seemed the old goat had known what he was doing after all. Apart from anything else, he had apparently saved my marriage. Clearly in FUCK he had devised some kind of sexual super-drug. I compared it with what I had heard and read about drugs such as Viagra; they had had remarkable results in many cases, but surely nothing to compare with what Albert's...
They found Elspeth sitting up in bed, bare-breasted but not caring, looking dazed but definitely conscious, and radiantly happy. Laura ran up to her and grasped her hand. "Elspeth, are you all right?" Elspeth appeared to have trouble focusing on this difficult question. She blinked. "Laura? So it was you earlier?" "Yes, I was in here before but I didn't think you were awake." "I was. I could hear you but I couldn't move or speak, I just felt so lovely all over. I thought you must...
Vidi, vici, veni I fumbled for my watch. ‘Christ! Is that the time?’ Gina, of course, was gazing ceilingward in glassy-eyed bliss and could not reply. I scrambled into my clothes and hailed a cab, and as it carried me to London Bridge Station I rang the client and gave some excuse for my lateness. This particular client was based in an inconveniently remote south-eastern suburb, the principal thing I remembered from my only previous visit was that there was evidently some kind of college in...
XV ‘I was the first’ After work I hurried to meet Alicia. I was ten minutes early but she was already there. As I saw her, I felt a pang of conscience. She was so young, so pretty, so innocent, so wholly unaware of what was happening to her. And I, instead of looking after her and protecting her, was planning to take her home and fuck her and keep on fucking her to my cock’s content. But, I reflected, it was pointless to think this way: my experience with Fran had shown that Uncle Albert’s...
The weakness of the flesh Several hours of clearing up at Uncle Albert’s house brought me no real reward. It was arduous, unpleasant work on such a sultry day, and I felt terribly invasive going through the old boy’s things. The reflection that now they really belonged to me made me feel slightly less uncomfortable about it, but it did not make the work any easier. I decided to tackle one room at a time. So I started on a pile of old magazines at one end of the front room and took it from...
After work I hurried to meet Alicia. I was ten minutes early but she was already there. As I saw her, I felt a pang of conscience. She was so young, so pretty, so innocent, so wholly unaware of what was happening to her. And I, instead of looking after her and protecting her, was planning to take her home and fuck her and keep on fucking her to my cock's content. But, I reflected, it was pointless to think this way: my experience with Fran had shown that Uncle Albert's invention was not be...
VII Girl next door The events of the day had stunned me. I had had no idea things might go this far. Not only had I just rendered worthless the marriage vows on which I had based my life for twenty years, not only had the sex been utterly out of this world, but to cap it all this sexy, vivacious young woman, her whole life before her, had just pledged herself unconditionally and with every appearance of desperate sincerity to a fat, bald, middle-aged married insurance manager. I thought long...
XVI ‘Just like Sue’ I allowed myself to fall asleep next to Alicia knowing that sexual desire would awaken me in the small hours. When it did, instead of turning for relief to the gorgeous and compliant little creature next to me I went to the main bedroom where Wendy was sleeping. She was my wife, after all, and had been wonderfully understanding and supportive all evening. There are wives in this world, I reflected, that might object if their husband brought home a big-titted...
Command performance By the time another fifteen minutes had passed with no more sign of life, I felt that some action was necessary. I still had things to do. But what about Connie? I could hardly leave her back at the college in a post-orgasmic trance and reeking of sex, nor for the same reason could I put her on a train for her home on the other side of London. Somewhere she had to be cleaned up and made presentable. I could think of nothing for it but to take her back to my place, with any...
XI The ‘M’ word I was now late for work, of course. Immediately I arrived I hurried to the gents for the wank of which my conversation with Alicia had left me sorely in need. As I made my way to my office a colleague mentioned that Fran had been looking for me. ‘Connie, too,’ someone added. I got to my desk and switched on the computer. Of course there was a vast stack of emails. I opened first the one from Brian about the board report. In it he congratulated Fran and me on a job thoroughly...
XXII ‘Everything you do’ ‘Well, James darling, I think even you are going to have your work cut out with this little lot.’ It was Wendy that said this. She, Alicia and I were sitting at the dining table at home, reviewing the day’s events and surveying the twenty-six notes, which I had carefully laid out in alphabetical order. (It must be the bureaucrat in me.) There seemed to be little doubt that all these girls were ‘primed’. If so, Albert’s theories suggested and experience demonstrated...
XXXI ‘Enough money to buy Estonia’ The following morning at the office I at last managed to clear some paperwork despite having to make time to receive confession from Fran and Connie. Fran had asked to see me about something ‘very important’, but when she arrived, with Connie in tow, she seemed extremely loth to get to the point. Not having much time to spend on this, I was about to order her to come out with it when Connie intervened. ‘Jeez, Fran, we’ll be here all day at this rate!...
XXXIX Starry skies It was an idyllic night, clear, still and moonless. The stars shone with an almost unnatural brilliance. In silence Fran and I walked into the darkness. I was desperate to speak of my new-found feelings for her but I felt unaccountably shy, like a lovestruck teenager. Unable to find the words I needed, I slackened my pace so that I fell slightly behind and could watch Fran walking in the starlight. There was something odd about her, I realised, I had never noticed before...
XXXIV ‘I don’t see what you expect me to do’ The next few days were dominated by preparations for my fiftieth birthday weekend. I telephoned all the girls I had primed and told them to present themselves at George’s house on Friday. They were to travel separately so as not to attract attention. Most of them did not have ready access to a car so they would be arriving by train at the nearest station, nearly four miles away, where I would arrange to have them met. (I did not want local cab...
IV ‘Don’t worry about it’ Of course, I knew nothing of this at the time. As I travelled home, I had plenty on my mind as I reflected on the day’s events. Connie’s ass-gymnastics had been spectacular, Fran’s reaction was lower-key (as indeed Fran was a far less demonstrative person than Connie) but the rapt, doe-eyed, goofy gaze had been so utterly uncharacteristic of her, and so similar to the look that Connie had given me, that they must have had a common cause. And now I came to think of...
Of course, I knew nothing of this at the time. As I travelled home, I had plenty on my mind as I reflected on the day's events. Connie's ass-gymnastics had been spectacular; Fran's reaction was lower-key (as indeed Fran was a far less demonstrative person than Connie) but the rapt, doe-eyed, goofy gaze had been so utterly uncharacteristic of her, and so similar to the look that Connie had given me, that they must have had a common cause. And now I came to think of it, I had noticed Wendy...
By the time another fifteen minutes had passed with no more sign of life, I felt that some action was necessary. I still had things to do. But what about Connie? I could hardly leave her back at the college in a post-orgasmic trance and reeking of sex; nor for the same reason could I put her on a train for her home on the other side of London. Somewhere she had to be cleaned up and made presentable. I could think of nothing for it but to take her back to my place; with any luck by the time we...
"Well, James darling, I think even you are going to have your work cut out with this little lot." It was Wendy that said this. She, Alicia and I were sitting at the dining table at home, reviewing the day's events and surveying the twenty-six notes, which I had carefully laid out in alphabetical order. (It must be the bureaucrat in me.) There seemed to be little doubt that all these girls were "primed". If so, Albert's theories suggested and experience demonstrated that they would not...
I fumbled for my watch. "Christ! Is that the time?" Gina, of course, was gazing ceilingward in glassy-eyed bliss and could not reply. I scrambled into my clothes and hailed a cab, and as it carried me to London Bridge Station I rang the client and gave some excuse for my lateness. This particular client was based in an inconveniently remote south-eastern suburb; the principal thing I remembered from my only previous visit was that there was evidently some kind of college in the area that...
The following morning at the office I at last managed to clear some paperwork despite having to make time to receive confession from Fran and Connie. Fran had asked to see me about something "very important"; but when she arrived, with Connie in tow, she seemed extremely loth to get to the point. Not having much time to spend on this, I was about to order her to come out with it when Connie intervened. "Jeez, Fran, we'll be here all day at this rate! James, what Fran's trying to tell...
It was an idyllic night, clear, still and moonless. The stars shone with an almost unnatural brilliance. In silence Fran and I walked into the darkness. I was desperate to speak of my new-found feelings for her but I felt unaccountably shy, like a lovestruck teenager. Unable to find the words I needed, I slackened my pace so that I fell slightly behind and could watch Fran walking in the starlight. There was something odd about her, I realised; I had never noticed before that she walked in...
The next few days were dominated by preparations for my fiftieth birthday weekend. I telephoned all the girls I had primed and told them to present themselves at George's house on Friday. They were to travel separately so as not to attract attention. Most of them did not have ready access to a car so they would be arriving by train at the nearest station, nearly four miles away, where I would arrange to have them met. (I did not want local cab companies to wonder why they were ferrying so...
XL ‘I have to see Miss Smith’ It was my birthday and I wanted to enjoy it. I had worked very hard the day before, and I felt entitled to reward myself. I was going to have a nice, easy, relaxing day fucking whom I chose when I chose, with no conveyer belt, no rotas, and no surprises. Things never work out as we plan them. I had slept in the main bedroom with Florence and Kylie, who had arrived the evening before and who both, I felt, needed my attention. Florence had evidently been obeying...
X ‘Nice top’ I wanted to get to the office early since there was bound to be a lot of work to catch up with, to say nothing of Connie and Fran, so instead of walking the mile to the station I caught the bus. This meant that I saw her before she saw me. There she was, standing outside the station, oblivious to the admiring glances she attracted from each passing male and peering anxiously at every possible approach route. I was shocked to recognise none other than my girlfriend from the...
XXXV The Female Future These two seductions caused me much concern. I had intended neither of them, but had been unable to avoid them even though I was well aware of what was happening. I knew that sooner or later, if this sort of thing went on, someone was bound to notice, and what then? I had nightmare visions of being emblazoned across the tabloid press, and I feared, too, that the civil authorities might take some action against me, although I hardly dared think what this might be. ...
XLV The ideal career The next morning for some inexplicable reason I felt quite sleepy and I stayed in bed (entertained by visitors, of course) until nearly eleven. Then I showered and asked Wendy to come and see me. This could, I thought, be a difficult discussion. Not a bit of it: never underestimate the power of FUCK. It turns the world upside down. Things that used to be easy, like taking a tube ride without seducing some gorgeous girl, get very tricky, and things that one would expect...
XX Walk this way I was stunned. I had not sipped the serum, I had quaffed it off. My initial reaction, one of powerless rage against Albert for not briefing me properly that night at the hospital, lasted only until I reflected that the man had been dying in agony and could hardly be blamed for failing to make his meaning entirely clear. No, the responsibility was mine, and it was for me to decide what to do about it. And first of all, of course, I had to negotiate the garden party. I had...
I was stunned. I had not sipped the serum; I had quaffed it off. My initial reaction, one of powerless rage against Albert for not briefing me properly that night at the hospital, lasted only until I reflected that the man had been dying in agony and could hardly be blamed for failing to make his meaning entirely clear. No; the responsibility was mine, and it was for me to decide what to do about it. And first of all, of course, I had to negotiate the garden party. I had made plans for this,...
We went upstairs to the main bedroom. The girl was clearly coming out of it. She was breathing in long, deep, happy sighs and she turned her head when we entered the room. Her eyes, no longer glassy, sparkled as they fixed on me, apparently hardly noticing Wendy. I walked to the foot of the bed and stood there with my legs somewhat apart and my arms folded as I tried to assume a pose suggesting a confidence and mastery I was far from feeling. I looked at my acquisition. She was lying on her...
Like the good and attentive wife she was, Wendy instantly recognised the symptoms. (Maybe they were not so hard to detect. I was standing there stark naked, red in the face and panting for air, a hand against the wall for support, with my dangling cock coated white with spunk dribbling in little gobbets on the floor.) "Hello, darling," she said brightly; "lovely to see you home so early. And how is young Kylie?" I corrected her misapprehension. "Wendy, darling, we have a new...
THE REBEL UNIVERSE III: THE RETURN OF CYRANO SMITH © 2008, 2015 by Anthony Durrant "The Constitution has docked, Commander!" the pretty young science officer told Elizabeth Rogge, the new commander of the space station Deep Space Seven, and she calmly replied: "Let them in, Ms. Burton!" "Aye, Commander!" the young woman said. With the flick of a switch, she opened the airlock, and Captain Trent Herbert, the Constitution's commanding officer stepped...
XXXVI James ‘Henry Ford’ Walker The previous evening — that is, the Thursday — instead of visiting Fran’s I had gone straight home from work to rendezvous with Wendy and Alicia. We had our stuff already packed (not that we needed much) and set off in high spirits for my weekend party at George’s. Kylie wanted to join us but was under strict orders not to miss the following day’s school, I consoled her with a nice fuck while Wendy and Alicia got ready. We reached George’s at about nine...
XXXVII ‘No! No!’ Some girls stood out, however. One was Tammy, whose cheesy name had led me to assume she was American, but who turned out to be English: from Billericay, of all places. She was a state-school girl who had got swept up in one of Oxbridge’s occasional (and unconvincing) efforts to demonstrate that it is not the preserve of the middle and upper classes but will take people from Essex council estates too. The girl had character, I must say, her overwhelming craving for me vied...
‘God’s gift’ ‘If you want a job done properly,’ I muttered to myself, ‘don’t give it to Connie.’ This was about half-past eleven the next morning, when I found myself in the back streets near Hanover Square, having just emerged from a meeting in a client’s office. It was one of the appointments I had asked Connie to rearrange while I was on compassionate leave, and the reason for my irritation was that she had done something I had specifically warned her against, namely arranging two external...
Shapeliness The next day was memorable chiefly for Yvonne. I had invited her to Fran’s flat at lunchtime. It seemed only a courtesy to mention this to Fran at work the next morning when I apologised for again failing to return her keys. She told me not to worry, she had assumed I meant to retain them and had had another set cut on the way to work. ‘So keep them,’ she smiled. ‘You’ll need them if you’re going to keep using my flat as a handy knocking shop. How many girls this time, darling?...
XXIV ‘Whatever you want’ Wasting no time I told the twins, who were disappointed but instantly compliant, to get dressed and catch a train back to Cambridge. They were a little consoled when I told them I should be glad to see them in London this coming Saturday. Then I rang Wendy and told her what I had decided and that I should be late home. After this there was nothing for it but to take the now naked Fran, Connie and Gabby to bed and fuck the daylights out of them. Then I returned to...
XXXIII ‘Clever. Very’ When I returned to the office next day after ‘lunch’ – actually a very enjoyable session with Gina and an adorably cute black girl professionally called Sable, short but very curvy with nice big pendulous tits, an excellent choice – I was greeted by the news that I had had three urgent messages from an Elspeth Smith. On checking my cellphone I found no fewer than five further messages from her. Plainly something serious was afoot. With great trepidation I went to my...
XXXII Operation Saturday Saturday was to be a big day. All week, I had been organising it like a military campaign. And the objectives of Operation Saturday were twofold: (a) to clear up Albert’s house, and (b) to get me laid as much as possible. The former task had been outstanding for over a fortnight now. At first I had procrastinated because it looked like such hard, dirty work, then the increasingly dramatic effects of FUCK had given me other things to worry about. But now, I was...
XVIII ‘l-a-d-i-e-s’ The next day, of course, Alicia was due to move in, so it was the last night Wendy would have me to herself and we made sure it was a good one. In the morning we shared an unhurried breakfast and she got ready to go and help Alicia with the move as promised, while I prepared to go to Uncle Albert’s. Just after Wendy had left, the phone rang. It was Fran. I could tell right away that she had recovered her poise after her astonishment the previous night. In fact, she...
XXXVIII ‘That’s it’ When I had finished eating I sat back and stared blankly in front of me. I wanted to shut my eyes but every time I tried it I saw that awful look on Nina’s face as she realised she was about to be raped — no, that last clause is a cowardly evasion, scratch it. I should have written as she realised I was about to rape her. Wendy was the first to break a very strained silence. ‘James, darling,’ she muttered softly, ‘there are three more girls waiting downstairs. Elspeth’s...
II Cooling off I quaffed the whole flask off in one go and regretted it instantly. The taste, which was as foul as the smell should have led me to expect, shocked me into the realisation that in a moment’s frustration and despair I had swallowed some rank concoction of unknown composition and potency. I half expected to collapse to the ground in agony like someone in a hackneyed Jekyll-and-Hyde transformation scene but, to my relief, I could sense no immediate ill effects beyond the memorably...
XIV ‘Ducks in a row’ The following morning, as the radio news was telling us that the hot fine weather would finally break today, Wendy and I discussed the situation again, and she offered me some advice. ‘Get organised, James. Get your ducks in a row. [An interesting choice of phrase.] You can’t just lurch from one unforeseen crisis to the next.’ It was a sound suggestion. On the way to work I thought about how to implement it. I was very clear that I wanted to sort out the women I had got...
XXVIII ‘We’ll have to get a whip’ Like the good and attentive wife she was, Wendy instantly recognised the symptoms. (Maybe they were not so hard to detect. I was standing there stark naked, red in the face and panting for air, a hand against the wall for support, with my dangling cock coated white with spunk dribbling in little gobbets on the floor.) ‘Hello, darling,’ she said brightly, ‘lovely to see you home so early. And how is young Kylie?’ I corrected her misapprehension. ‘Wendy,...
XLIII ‘An unusual birthday present’ As she heard my approach Laura stood up and faced the door with bated breath and an expression of fascinated terror on her face. But as I entered, she all but collapsed. All the air seemed to go out of her as if she had taken a haymaker in the midriff and with a kind of combined snort and chortle she sat down abruptly on the bed. I pulled up a chair and sat near her. Very red in the face, she was gasping for air and her eyes were watering, and she avoided...
XXIII Twins In fact they beat me to it. The following morning Vicky rang me at the office to tell me that she and Simone could not wait any longer to see me and were coming to London, they were already on the train and would reach Liverpool Street soon after midday. For a moment I was going to tell them to get off at the next stop and go straight back to Cambridge but then I reflected that this sudden visit was exactly the kind of unpredictable behaviour that so worried me. I decided I...