'Next thing I knew, I was being guided into her orifice. A bit salty but very welcoming. Couldn't do a thing to help but I know that I fucked her from the front and then from behind. She was quite noisy, too. Remember I lost my balance at one point but she was all over me.
Just had to go where I was put. I kept asking to be helped out of her dress and into the daylight but she kept at it, ignoring me completely. “What you don't see, you don't miss,” she said, and she made sure that I didn't miss. Finally came all over her. I could feel her rubbing it all over her body. Made me help. Must say it was an amazing feeling, rubbing my cum over her titties and feeling them all swollen up under my hands.' 'What happened after you had finished?' I asked. 'She made me wait. I was trussed up like a turkey.
Her skirt had got twisted round my head. Tried to bite a couple of buttons off at one point but she realised what I was doing and told me to stop in no uncertain terms. Said that her dressmaker had only just finished it for her and she didn't want it ruined. Nothing I could do.
Remember her kissing my Thing. Could feel her tongue licking round the end. Then she went off and fished out another dress from the wardrobe.
I asked what was happening and she said that it would not be proper for me to see her without any clothes on since she was engaged to be married.' 'The curate that you mentioned earlier?' I asked.
'The same. Hadn't known about the chap before. She said that from now on she would have to live a life of complete respectability as a loyal wife, helping her husband in his duties in the parish in where ever it was.' 'Dorking,' I reminded him. 'That's it. Dorking instead of fucking.' 'I don't know Dorking,' said Becky. 'But I'm sure I'd prefer fucking.' 'Becky!' said her mother. 'There are some very pleasant places in Surrey. Take Woking for example.'
The maids and Tom the Tool were looking somewhat bewildered at these exchanges. 'I was in a situation in Bagshot once,' said Mary. 'But I didn't like it very much.' 'Isn't that in Hampshire?' I said. 'Enough of this geographical chit chat,' said Hannah. 'What happened next?' 'By the time she was good enough to release me from her clothing, she had dressed herself in a completely new outfit. What I saw before me was a picture of propriety. Her hair up, a high-collared dress with a cameo broach at her throat. Even gloves. Looked at me as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, let alone anywhere else. I was looking at her and imagining what she looked like with her clothes off. Mr. Pego began to rise again but she was quite adamant.' 'How unfair,' said Emily. 'Not to let you see what you had been enjoying only a few minutes before. I hope that I would never be so hard-hearted.* 'That's very kind of you, my dear,' said the Colonel. 'Of course where you are concerned, the opposite is true. I've seen but I've not touched.' 'That is quite different, Sir,' said Emily with a suddenly spirited air. 'What you saw, you saw not by invitation but by accident.' 'Well said,' interrupted Mrs. P-. 'You're right,' said the Colonel. 'I shouldn't have said that.' 'Not that I do not issue invitations,' said Emily, looking, I rather thought, in my direction. 'But just to finish the story,' said Becky. 'Did you never see her again in anything other than the most correct of circumstances?' 'Alas, no. Only fully clothed. Although,' he went on, 'It must be said that she allowed me to fuck her on the train back to Victoria. A farewell fuck. But she insisted that we kept the blinds down the whole time.
Shortly after that she was married and the last that I heard, her husband had been made personal chaplain to one of the northern bishops and they live in some comfort in the cathedral close. She makes it her business to help Fallen Women.' 'So in fact you never have actually fucked in the water, only close to it?' said Rosie. 'Ah, well,' said the Colonel. 'That's another story. Have I ever told you about my visit to the Roman Baths in Bath?' 'Enough,' said Mrs.
P-firmly. 'There is work to be done and a kitchen to be cleaned up.'
3
'A bicycling expedition?' I said. 'Where?'
'Northamptonshire,' said Donald. 'It's splendid fun. You must all come. Our cousins can fit us all in. They have a large house and the surrounding countryside is quite flat so no untoward exertion is required,' The Ferguson brothers were in town again for a few days, escaping the rigours of the Inverness climate and society.
Of course they had been invited, along with their cousin Catherine, to dine at Mrs. P--s. As before, we had a memorable evening of Highland Games and we were lying about the drawing room in a state of considerable fatigue and undress. Becky was stretched full length on the chaise longue, wafting her skirt up and down, 'To let some cooling air reach my over-heated pussey, as she said. Catherine was applying a soothing lotion to my member which had become quite sore with repeated use. Rosie was endeavouring to photograph Ian and Donald's Loch Ness monsters, but with limited success since they also were so tired that they could not sustain a satisfactorily erect position for the full duration of the exposure time. 'Yours is drooping again,' she said accusingly to Ian. 'I shall have to clamp it in position.'
'We should have attempted this before rather than after our evening antics,' said Ian. 'Try it one more time.' Rosie, stationed behind her camera, gallantly wriggled her hips so that her pertly naked little titties shook enticingly. Both Scottish members rose as one but alas they could no longer stand long enough. 'I must have them up, not down,' insisted Rosie. 'That's how we all want them,' interjected Hannah who was sitting on the Persian rug in front of the fireplace, sketching from memory the events in the kitchen of a few days ago. 'I think we have to face the fact,' said Becky, 'that we are all simply worn out with fucking.' Then it was that Donald, allowed to escape from Rosie's photographic demands, had made the suggestion of some country exercise. It transpired that the Fergusons' cousins, who lived near Blisworth in the county of Northampton, had gone north for the shooting season and had suggested that the two of them might like to take the house over in their absence, 'And entertain some of your nice young London friends'. This suggestion had been taken up by them with great eagerness. 'We know only a limited number of people in the south,' said Donald, 'And we see quite enough of our local friends as it is. In addition, of course, Northampton is rather too far for most of them to travel at such short notice.' 'But what can one actually do in the country?' Becky had asked. 'I'm not terribly keen on horses and am quite indifferent to agricultural processes. In addition, my admittedly slight acquaintance with country Society suggests that it is very, very dull.' Rosie, having only recently escaped from her schooling in Somerset, was inclined to agree. 'All cows and damp vegetation,' she said firmly. I, however, remembering the wild Deirdre at the dildo works, was inclined to think that life in the country might be rather fun if the company was right.
Of course I also had pleasant memories of events in the woods and on the playing fields surrounding my old school in Hertfordshire.
'Suppose we all went down together?' I suggested. 'We might invite one or two more to make up the party.' 'Gwendolen and her friend Cecily,' said Hannah. 'It would be lovely to see them again.
I'm sure they would come. Andrew, surely you'd like to resume your acquaintance with Gwendolen.' 'As long as I'm not eating at the time,' I said, remembering the uncomfortable, not to say positively painful circumstances of our first meeting. 'Come on Becky,' said Hannah to her sister, 'Think what fun we could have. I am sure that we can think of one or two others who would join a party.' 'But what would we do?' asked Becky again. 'We could fuck,' said Donald.
'But we can do that here,' said Becky. 'How would we get there?' asked Rosie. 'By train,' said Donald. 'Northampton is on the London and North Western line from Euston.' 'A mass expedition by train,' said Rosie, suddenly looking more interested in the idea. 'There might well be time for what Colonel Moore calls “railway rogering”. How long does it take?' 'Not much more than an hour, I would imagine,' said Ian. 'What's this about railway, rogering?' 'Andrew knows all about it,' said Rosie mischievously.
I realised that those present knew nothing of what had transpired between me and Rosie on the journey up from Bristol. I had been a little wary at describing the events of that memorable ride since Rosie had been in my charge and I had promised faithfully to deliver her safe and sound to Mrs. P-. 'We'll show you,' said Rosie.
'Between us we can completely fill a compartment so there will be no interruptions from strangers.' At this point, seeing the need to win Becky over to the idea, Donald had described how his cousins had a collection of bicycles and tricycles which we could use. He gave an enthusiastic description of the pleasures of bicycling through the countryside, possibly with a picnic, and of visiting the local sights of interest. He waxed quite lyrical about the feel of the fresh air in one's face, the thrill of speeding down the open road and the healthy appetite that a day on the saddle gave one. Becky began to look quite interested in the idea. 'Hannah can bring her sketching materials and Rosie her photographic equipment,' she said. Rosie by now was full of enthusiasm for the railway journey at
