Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt 01
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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 the keys in her impatience and muttered some Scottish imprecation under her breath.
She gripped my hand firmly and led me straight to her bedroom. I sat down on the bed while she, still without a word to me, hurriedly and without any preamble began to undress, keeping her back to me with an incongruous modesty that in a better mood I should have found charming.
I removed my tie and shirt and was standing up to drop my trousers as Fran, still with her back to me, slipped out of her knickers and was naked. As she turned I could see she was still thoroughly out of temper. ‘Right,’ she said impatiently. ‘Let’s get on with –‘
The anger vanished from her face. Her jaw dropped and her eyes, widening like saucers, focused on my immense throbbing erection. Suddenly she was unsteady on her bare feet, she swayed a little, then her legs gave way and she landed with a thump on her knees. She did not collapse any further: for a few moments she simply knelt there, a few feet in front me, stark naked and staring unashamedly at my cock. She looked so endearingly ridiculous that my own anger ebbed away.
I playfully tweaked the cock (no hands, pure muscle control) as if to say, ‘Come hither.’ Her eyes followed it as it bobbed up and down and she gave a smile combining amusement and lust. She shuffled forward on her knees until she was almost touching the cock. I gave the muscle a stronger tweak and this time maintained the tension instead of releasing it, so that the cock rose in front of her face. Her eyes, widening yet further, eagerly followed its ascent. Now its tip was inches from her nose.
She cautiously and slowly raised a hand toward it, apparently terrified to touch it. When finally her finger brushed against it she withdrew her hand sharply as if she had had an electric shock. Then she touched it more confidently and ran her hand gently along its shaft. All the time her face was wreathed in a look of sheer wonderment.
‘Kiss it,’ I whispered. She leant forward slightly to touch her lips tenderly against it, subjecting me to an exquisite agony of sexual tension that I bore as long as I could. Finally I raised her gently to her feet and embraced her. We kissed passionately. I laid her on the bed and admired her perfection for a moment. She gazed lovingly at me, almost trembling with anticipation. She did not speak, but sighed with pleasure as I lowered myself slowly on top of her and kissed those modest but perfect breasts. My desire for her was now uncontainable, I moved up so I could kiss her neck, her ears, and finally her ripe inviting lips, while I could feel my cock searching eagerly for the moistness of her pussy.
My cock found her wet lips and gently I pressed it home. She gasped. I was frightened of hurting her, for she was no mature woman like Wendy or free spirit like Connie or Kylie or Gina. This was the tight young cunt of a good girl with a sheltered Scottish upbringing. She had told me about the boyfriend she had had at university, and since coming to London she had gone out a few times, and even spent a romantic weekend in Venice with someone she met at a speed-dating event, but the relationship had soon fizzled out. So far as I knew that was the extent of her sexual experience, so I entered her cautiously in a series of gentle thrusts, pushing in a little farther each time before withdrawing. At each thrust she inhaled with a sharp gasp, whether of pleasure or pain it was impossible to tell, and her body tensed, her back arching and her buttocks clenching together. Each time I pulled back, she relaxed and let out a huge sigh. As the thrusts got deeper her reactions grew more intense, finally I pushed in as far as I could and this time she gave a convulsive shudder, her buttocks forcing themselves together and raising her hips as if her body wanted to force my cock even deeper. And then she was quite limp, the breath escaping her lungs like air from a paper bag and a smile of ineffable bliss on her slightly open mouth.
Slowly at first, I thrust up and down inside her. I was beginning to understand the effects of FUCK and I knew she would come again when I did (which could not be long). I also thought that maybe I could exercise some control over my cock after all. As my movements gradually grew faster, and even in her blissed-out state some primal instinct of Fran’s made her hips start to buck gently, I felt my climax approach. Fran’s movements grew stronger, she was breathing faster and more deeply, and I felt her back begin to arch again.
Then I came. And as my juices bathed her insides, Fran also climaxed with an overwhelming sense of bodily release and a massive sigh that seemed to empty her lungs of every particle of air.
But I had not finished. By sheer will-power I had managed to constrict some penile muscle and interrupt the flow of spunk. I moved gently in and out, gathering my strength for the final onslaught. But I could hold myself back only for a few moments. Then I accelerated again, and once more the animal in Fran bucked back at me. Her response was stronger this time, as if her deepest sexual instincts were finding expression, maybe for the first time. Her unexpected vigour excited me still more and my cock, now utterly free of any conscious restraint, powered in and out faster and faster. And suddenly her whole body was answering my thrusts and she convulsed under me as no woman had ever done, moans of pleasure escaping her at every movement.
I orgasmed again, pumping spunk into her as if I should never stop. The first jet seemed to galvanise her, tensing every muscle, and she hovered on the brink of release until the final great blast escaped me. Then, finally, she came again, hugely this time, with what was almost a roar of blessed release. All the tension simply flowed out of her and what was left beneath me was a helpless rag doll, her glassy eyes unseeing and her whole body, I suddenly realised, wet with perspiration.
It took me a few minutes to gather my own senses and pull myself out of Fran and onto the bed by her side. It would, I knew, be some time before she recovered. I should have liked to stay and talk her down but I needed to get home to Wendy so I reluctantly got up and dressed. Before leaving I found a blanket and draped it tenderly over her, and I leant over her to hear her shallow breathing and kiss her unresponding lips.
On the train home I took care to avoid any remotely fanciable woman and wedged myself in safely between a suited young executive and a woman of about sixty with a face like a bag of spanners. I pondered my situation and what I was to tell Wendy. Halfway home I literally kicked myself when I finally realised, far too late, what had been wrong with Fran’s argument about the nursing mother. But at least my agonies over Fran had been resolved, albeit on her terms rather than mine, I reflected, however, that I still had Alicia to deal with.
Wendy greeted me brightly when I got home. ‘Hello darling. Supper’s ready. Do you want to go upstairs first?’
I had to disappoint her. Having missed lunch, I was ravenous, and I needed to talk to her. (Also, I was still getting over servicing Fran.) So she served up the unpretentious meal I had requested and I told her I had something very important to say to her.
Starting with a sincere apology for not having told her at once, I recounted my story. This was the third time I had been through it so I was well rehearsed, and I added details that I had edited out previou
sly: I told her the name of the potion (after all, she had known what Albert was like) and Connie, Kylie and Fran featured under their real names. Connie’s name meant nothing to her, of course, but she looked surprised, maybe a little shocked, when I told her about Kylie. The disclosure about Fran she took calmly, almost as a matter of course, possibly helped by the fact that, in the interests of keeping the peace, I skated over the marriage proposal. This was the only particular I withheld apart from my visit to Gina, which I still felt very embarrassed about.
Wendy heard me out, her head cocked to one side like a bird’s (a characteristic of hers when her attention was fully engaged). Like Connie but unlike Fran, she accepted the whole story without the slightest hesitation or doubt.
‘So that’s it,’ I concluded. ‘That’s why everything’s been so strange lately.’
‘It certainly explains a lot,’ she smiled. ‘So you’re the lucky boy, then, aren’t you?’
‘A lot of people would say so, but if I’d known what would happen I’d never have touched the stuff however hopeless I felt.’
‘Thanks to me,’ she said, looking down guiltily.
‘Well,’ I said, ‘after all that’s happened I don’t think you should be the one feeling guilty. Darling, you’re nothing like so angry as you have every right to be.’
‘I don’t feel angry at all,’ she rejoined. ‘I love you far too much ever to feel angry with you. Oh, I know what you’re going to say — ‘that’s just the drug’ — and you’re quite right. Of course it is, I’m not stupid. But darling, when that clever girl Fran told you the feeling is still real, even though it’s artificial, she was quite right.’
She paused before adding in mock rebuke, ‘Really, James, I can understand about Fran but Kylie? She’s only a schoolgirl and a trampy little schoolgirl at that. I’m shocked.’ She sat back smiling indulgently at me.
‘You don’t look shocked,’ I pointed out.
‘Well,’ she said reflectively, ‘to be honest, I’ve rather been expecting something like this. I don’t mean Albert’s drug, of course, I had no idea about that, but since the realisation came over me of what a marvellous man you are I’ve thought you must have sexy women after you all the time.’
‘And now you know. I have.’
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘And it’s only natural. And, darling, if you also do what’s natural, and it makes you happy, how can I object? I’m your wife. I want you to be happy. It’s all that matters to me.’
‘You can’t call it natural,’ I objected. ‘It’s nothing of the kind.’
‘I know, but remember Fran’s Law. ‘The fact that the feeling is induced doesn’t mean it isn’t real.’ ‘
‘Ah yes, but that’s exactly what was wrong with her example about the nursing mother. I’m so frustrated that I didn’t spot it at the time. A nursing mother’s feeling for her baby really is natural, evolution has hard-wired it into women’s brains to keep the human race going. But what we’re dealing with here isn’t natural at all. It’s the product of Uncle Albert’s corrupt scientific genius.’
‘Whatever,’ said Wendy dismissively. ‘The main thing is that the last week has been the happiest of my life and that’s the end of it. I don’t want to analyse it any more. I want to take you upstairs and get my share of what you’ve been giving everyone else.’
‘Hold your horses,’ I said. ‘You’re forgetting Alicia.’
‘Alicia? Oh yes, the girl on the train. Poor little thing, she must be in a dreadful state over you,’ said Wendy sympathetically. ‘All right, darling, what do you want to do about Alicia? Apart from the obvious, I mean?’
‘This house,’ I remarked airily, ‘has always been a bit big for just the two of us.’
‘James! You scoundrel! You want to get this girl in here just for your pleasure? Me in the main bedroom, her in the spare? Is that it?’ She gave me a wicked grin.
‘It had crossed my mind.’
‘Is she pretty?’ Wendy asked casually.
‘I think I have to tell you frankly that she’s extremely pretty.’
‘And it’s what you want, darling?’
I assured her it was very much what I wanted. I also suggested that the girl would be a great help around the house. So we agreed (that is, I suggested and Wendy agreed) to invite Alicia for dinner the following night.
I dialled Alicia’s number. She answered instantly but nearly dropped the phone when she realised who it was.
‘James, James, oh James, thank you, thank you for calling me. It’s so lovely to hear your voice.’
‘Why, thank you Alicia. It’s nice to hear your voice too. Tell me,’ I said, coming straight to the point, ‘are you free tomorrow night?’
‘Oh, James,’ she sighed happily. She seemed unable to speak further, although I could hear her breathing emotionally and I thought I even detected her heartbeat.
‘Alicia, tomorrow night?’ I prompted eventually.
‘Oh, yes, James, yes, yes.’
‘Good,’ I said. ‘Come round to my house for dinner.’ I had decided not to say anything about lodging with us and in fact I gave her no real indication at all of what I had in mind. She was too much overcome with emotion to ask any questions, so after arranging to meet her the following evening at a sandwich bar near her work I hung up.
‘She’s coming,’ I told Wendy.
‘I’m sure she will be,’ she replied with another of her wicked looks, ‘but first it’s my turn.’
And so to bed.
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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...
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...
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...
XXI ‘Far too many’ The day had started warm and it got steadily hotter and muggier as the afternoon wore on. I filled in time until we could leave without giving offence, allowing George to tell me some interminable story about the difficulty of getting his American bosses to pronounce his surname correctly. After this I thought I ought talk to Vicky and Simone and say thank-you for leaving me alone and contenting themselves with only the occasional yearning gaze in my direction. Before...
XXX Here and there To underscore her subordinate status Florence ate by herself in the kitchen. Then I ordered her into the dining room to clear away the remains of our meal. She was wearing her jeans and rugby shirt but of course had no bra since Wendy had not returned it. I watched how her unconstrained breasts filled the voluminous shirt, they did not project quite so far horizontally as in the bookshop but as she moved about we could all see how the overhang of the shirt, only loosely...
IX ‘If someone could give you a pill’ By the time Wendy came home my batteries were thoroughly recharged and we headed straight upstairs for the usual mindblowing fuck. Later on, when she finally made it to the front room, she looked dismayed at the horrible mark on the carpet. (I had tried to do something about it before she came back, but with only limited success.) I told her I had spilt something. ‘What on earth was it?’ she asked. I decided to try the power of FUCK once more. ‘Don’t...
XVII ‘Thanks, Albert’ Next morning at work I got a call to come and see Brian. As I entered his office I thought he looked worried. ‘No calls,’ he told his secretary, and closed the door firmly. ‘How did it go last night?’ he asked. ‘Fine, I thought,’ I replied guardedly. ‘Everyone had a good time. I gave George plenty of chances to tell us all how successful he is so he should have been happy.’ ‘Mmm,’ said Brian absently. ‘I’ve just got off the phone to him. We had a few bits of business...