remember it.' She hefted it in her hand. 'Just like the original.'
'I'm sure I've never met a gentleman with his name inscribed on his prick, although I've seen some strange tattoos in Portsmouth,' said Megan.
'I don't mean the writing!' Lady M-said. 'But everything else is to the life.' She fondled it and pressed it to her. 'Would you mind, Gwendolen, if I were to use it? See,' she ran her finger down one side, 'where the lettering is raised up. That could stimulate fond recollections indeed.'
'I would be delighted if it would help you bring back the past,' said Gwendolen.
'I have every hope that it will also be a foretaste of things to come,' said Lady M-, 'for I have every expectation that he will be in these parts again shortly. He travels frequently.'
'There is one small problem,' said Cecily, if you are to enjoy Count Gewirtz and Gwendolen can make use of Andrew's facsimile, what am I to do? I am not sure that the original is yet in full working order.' Here she glanced at me.
Megan, who had been completely ignored during this division of the spoils, spoke up.
'There is my game,' she said. 'A game of chance with the winner taking first pick. Or prick?'
'A pottery lottery,' I said, rather pleased with my witticism.
'What an awful joke,' said Cecily. 'You will certainly have to pay a forfeit for that.'
'What is the game?' said Gwendolen, 'I can hardly wait to win. I am always lucky at cards.'
'Yes, we must get on with it,' said Lady M — . 'We have no idea when Mr. Holmes may walk in and it would be nice to have a round or two completed before that happens.'
'It is simplicity itself,' said Megan. 'After I have shuffled the pack, we all take a card. The one with the lowest card has to take off some item of clothing. Then we repeat the procedure.'
'This could go on for hours,' said Lady M — .
'Not if we are quick about it,' said Cecily. 'Deal the cards!'
'Two!' said Cecily, peering under her card without turning it over, 'I lose.' With that she unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the ground. Under her chemise, her splendid titties were delightfully outlined. Mr. Pego responded happily.
'Cheat,' said Gwendolen. 'Turn it over. That's the rule. We must all see.'
'Oh Gwendolen, do you not trust me?' said Cecily. 'Surely old schoolfriends should have faith in one another. Do you not remember the School Motto?'
'No,' said Gwendolen. 'Anyway, it was in Latin and I abhorred the language.' She turned Cecily's card over. 'Ten!' she said, 'I knew you were cheating. You must put your dress back on again this instant.'
'I don't think I can,' said Cecily. 'There are so many complicated buttons and things. You know I have never been very good at dressing myself.'
'Well, I have a five,' said Lady M-. 'I am certain that is a winning score.' She removed a glove.
I looked at her with admiration. I should explain that she had been a winner in previous rounds but had chosen to undress in an unorthodox order. Apart from her remaining glove she was completely naked. As the firelight played on her naked body, I began to have every confidence of being able to enter the game in the near future.
Again Megan dealt the cards. Again Cecily peeked at her card without letting the rest of us see. 'The Joker!' she said, a mischievous smile flitting across her face. 'That means I can take off ten items of clothing.'
'I don't remember that rule,' I said.
'Ask Megan,' said Cecily. 'You cannot have been paying proper attention when the rules were set out. I distinctly recall Megan saying so.'
Megan, sensing no doubt a certain mood of impatience among the assembled company, agreed to Cecily's statement with great promptness, 'I think that you were too tired to listen carefully at the beginning.'
'Very well,' I said. 'Ten items of clothing it shall be.'
Cecily, barely waiting for my concurrence, had slipped out of her chemise as well as her remaining underclothes.
'Seven choices left,' she said. 'But I have nothing left to remove. I believe that I have the right to allot my spare turns to anyone I may choose.' She looked round the room to see if there was any further disagreement.
'Dear Cecily,' said Gwendolen, 'I do hope that I can be the recipient of your generosity. I have been so unlucky in this game. I've hardly lost a stitch and I am beginning to find the heat from the fire quite enervating. I am sure I shall fall into a swoon unless I am able to get rid of some of these clothes.'
'But what about Megan,' I said. 'She also is unfortunately fully dressed. I think the two of you should share Cecily's gift.'
'Don't worry about me,' said Megan. 'Remember that if we all end up unclothed at the same time, the whole point of the game is lost.'
'You're right,' said Lady M-. 'Cecily and I are already out of the game, with nothing left to lose.'
With that, she picked up the two dildoes that had been left to warm in front of the grate.
'Cecily, if you would like to take Andrew, I have an urgent need to refresh my memory of dear Johnny.'
She flung herself down on the chaise longue and I watched with some envy as the Gewirtz dildo was thrust between her legs. Without any further ado, she began to slide it repeatedly in and out of her obviously eager quim. A satisfied look spread across her face.
'It's all coming back to me,' she said. 'Johnny Gewirtz to the life! It was at the Duchess of Hallamshire's Ball last winter. My husband was talking to some thoroughly boring people. I managed to evade his notice for a few minutes and Johnny Gewirtz and I escaped into a side room. I was simply dying for a fuck and he responded with all the gallantry for which foreign gentlemen are renowned. Although the fact that he was in the full dress uniform of some regiment or other delayed things for a while. The Gallician Cuirassiers! That was it. A very fanciful creation. A lot of gold and a positive chestful of medals, as well as a sword and spurs on his boots. There was no time to get that lot off so I pulled his trousers down and his military accoutrement fairly leaped out before me.'
As she reminisced, she was plying the object of her recollections rhythmically to and fro. Meanwhile Cecily, who had accepted her lot without complaint, was licking my likeness while making herself ready with her other hand. Then she knelt down on the hearth rug, facing the fire so that her splendid bum was staring us in the face. I realised from her movements that she was rubbing the dildo against her succulent breasts. Her back being turned to us as it was, I could only guess what happened next. She gave an excited cry of pleasure and twitched her bottom. I realised that my likeness had been inserted into her delicious cunney.
So delightful was the scene that I at once knew that I should be able to take part in the activities without further delay.
'Would anyone like to sample the original?' I asked, taking hold of my prick and offering it to the room.
'Mine!' said Gwendolen, struggling frantically to get out of her clothes.
'Me!' said Cecily, looking round.
'Don't be selfish,' Gwendolen replied. 'You've got your plaything already.'
'Well, you're not ready,' said Cecily. 'Andrew, come over here!'
Rather ungallantly, I must admit, I abandoned poor Gwendolen to her disrobing and lined myself up behind Cecily. As soon as I grasped her by the hips, she lifted herself up and I entered into her from behind. She sighed and settled. Then she pulled forward again and removed herself from my impaling instrument.
'Both,' she said, 'I want to try both the copy and the original. They will have to take turns.' As Mr. Pego stayed lodged between her thighs, she inserted my counterfeit into her and thrust it backwards and forwards several times. Then she pulled it out.
'Now the other,' she said. I slipped into her once more and drove on. Again she pulled clear and again I was replaced by my replica.
'All change again,' she cried out.
I realised that it was all a matter of timing. Three or four strokes were completed and then there was an exchange of instruments. Unusual though the situation was, it was nonetheless an exciting new sport. 'Always seek to broaden your experience,' I recalled young Fanny saying to me back in what now seemed my far distant school days. She had been parting the cheeks of her bum as she spoke, opening out her back passage into which she was urging me to enter. 'Tools rush in where angels fear to tread.' That had been another of her sayings. I had embraced her philosophy with gratitude.
