Shagbotttom Society
Victorian Hedonism comes to life.
In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
The two girls held a whispered conference on the big bed, and then Sage was pushing Reyansh away. She said, "Hold on one sec, lover; I want to try something."
There was a very quick rearrangement, during which Don never had to leave Felicia's sweet embrace. Then Sage was laying with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, as Felicia lowered her mouth to Sage's cunt and clit, which she proceeded to lick and suck. Felicia's ass was up in the air, and Don continued to fuck her from behind. Then Sage beckoned to Reyansh, "Bring that big boy over here."
Eager to comply, he lowered his hard cock for Sage so she could take it into her mouth and then her throat. Sage held his hips to keep her from getting carried away, but he was free to fuck her throat, and that's exactly what he began to do, reaching forward to cup and squeeze Sage's tits in his hands.
Don looked down to see his relatively thick cock sliding in and out of Felicia's tight cunt, Felicia's perfect ass, her slender back, the back of her head with her adorable pixie cut, Sage's taut abs and strong thighs, her breasts being manhandled by Reyansh, her beautiful throat as she let him use it, and Reyansh's dark, athletic body as he worked himself in and out of Sage. It was a beautiful spectacle!
Don could tell from the way Felicia was moving her right arm that she was fingering Sage as she licked. It didn't take too long before one of Sage's hands went from Reyansh's hip to the top of Felicia's head, and then it was only a minute longer before Sage was writhing on the bed between Felicia and Reyansh as she had a long, intense orgasm. As she shook and trembled, Reyansh pulled his now dripping wet cock out to let her breath.
"Damn! That was a good one!" Sage breathed.
"It looked like it," Don grinned from across the bed.
Sage sat up and grinned back at him, before curling up to grab Felicia's face and kiss her deeply. Reyansh got up on the bed behind Sage and coaxed her up onto her hands and knees. Then the two women were kissing in the middle of the bed as the two men fucked them from behind. No one was trying to come; they were just enjoying themselves kissing and fucking.
After a little bit of this, Sage broke the kiss, and looked over Felicia's shoulder, smiled at Don and asked, "Are you enjoying her hot cunt, Don?"
"Oh yes!" he grinned. "Are you enjoying Reyansh's big cock inside you?"
"You know," she laughed. "I really am."
"Good!"
"I agree, but I was thinking, You know how I had all those cocks fucking me earlier?"
"I do," Don nodded. "It was very hot!"
"Yeah it was! But I don't remember sweet Felicia here having more than one cock at any time."
"Is that right?"
"Reyansh," Sage asked over her shoulder, "did you see Felicia getting more than one cock?"
"No, I certainly didn't."
All through this exchange, Felicia had done little more than giggle and push back on Don's cock.
"Well, this won't do at all," Sage decided. "Stop fucking me and get over here and feed Felicia your cock."
Don held still until Reyansh was in position, but then he went back to fucking little Felicia harder, shoving her forward onto the cock in her mouth and throat. Sage crawled over to him and kissed him deeply before bending down to reach under Felicia to play with her clit. Before they could get Felicia to the breaking point, though, Sage stopped and asked Don, "She's got a pretty tight little ass, do you think you can fit inside it?"
"I could certainly try," Don laughed.
Felicia murmured her approval around Reyansh's cock.
"Don't be so quick, sweetie," Sage said. "You're going to have a cock in your cunt too."
Felicia's murmur was more enthusiastic, and she managed to nod her head rather emphatically.
In another minute, Sage had Reyansh lie on his back and then Felicia mount him, bending forward so Don could push his cock, slippery with Felicia's juices, slowly up into her very tight, very hot ass. Sage leaned on Don's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Fuck her ass good, baby. Make her come between you two studs!"
"Yes, ma'am," Don grinned, and proceeded to begin fucking Felicia's ass intently. Long, slow strokes gradually became shorter and faster. All the while Felicia was rocking her pelvis between the two men and groaning with pleasure.
Sage move around to get down on her hands and knees so she could kiss Felicia, who could do little but let herself be kissed.
"Do you like having those cocks fucking you?" Sage asked.
"Yes," Felicia moaned. "It feels so good."
"Are you going to come on their hard cocks?"
"Uh huh," Felicia breathed. "Very soon."
"Do it, baby!" Sage said as she stroked Felicia's pretty face. "Come for us!"
"Oh god, yes!" Felicia cried as her body began to spasm between the two men. She shook and clenched, her cunt and ass pulling and grasping at the cocks inside her.
Sage leaned in again and kissed her deeply. "Good girl," she smiled. Then she looked over Felicia's shoulder and asked, "Did you come? No? What about you down there? No? Well! We'll have to fix that, won't we? You two were partners in the game, right? You met in Rendezvous, right? Very good. Don and I are partners too, so I think we should finish this swap right. Reyansh, I want you to give me your cum wherever you want, and Don, you come for Felicia."
Don slowly drew out of Felicia's ass so she could let Reyansh get out from under her. He took her in his arms and asked her, "Where do you want me to come, Felicia?"
"Please fuck my ass some more, Don," she said as her hand went to his cock. "But let me ride you."
In short order, Don was lying next to Sage. She had her legs wrapped around Reyansh's waist, while he held her wrists up over her head as he drove into her cunt. Don was holding his cock erect for Felicia, who was squatting over him, pushing her tight ass down over his flaring head and thick shaft. Felicia leaned back with her hands on Don's thighs and began to raise and lower herself on him.
Reyansh was driving into Sage's cunt with abandon, grinding against her clit and surely bottoming out in her grasping cunt. He was looking into her eyes as he fucked her harder and faster. Soon, both of them were groaning and clenching on the bed next to Don and Felicia as Sage's cunt was eagerly pulling a flood of hot cum out of Reyansh's cock.
Don found the fact that he was lying next to Sage as she climaxed on another man's cock intensely erotic. The thought that she was yet again getting filled with cum only made the situation hotter! Don began to arch his back to fuck up into Felicia's ass, and reached down to use his thumb to play with her clit. Then there was motion on the bed next to them, and Sage leaned across Don to replace his thumb with her mouth on Felicia's clit. Reyansh stood up on the bed and offered Felicia his cock to clean off.
Don lay back and watched the beautiful woman riding his cock take Reyansh's cummy cock into her mouth and suck on it hungrily, and felt Sage's fingers against the base of his cock as she pushed them up into Felicia's cunt. Then Felicia was coming again, moaning around the cock in her mouth and pushing down on Don. This was all Don could take and he felt his body shoving up into her ass as his balls tightened and his cock swelled inside her. Then he was arching his back, pushing up on Sage and into Felicia as he erupted, pumping a geyser of hot cum up into her.
Very slowly, assisted by Reyansh, a quivering Felicia fell backwards, letting Don's cock slip out of her. Sage immediately caught it and took it into her mouth, claiming the last of his cum for herself.
When she managed to get up on one arm and look at Don, Sage smiled and said, "Another shower?"
Don laughed, utterly smitten by the sleepy, well-fucked look in her eyes and her messy mane of red hair, and said, "Sure, but if you think you're getting more sex out of me, "
She kissed him quickly and said, "We'll see about that." Then she was clambering over him and pulling him out of the bed. Reyansh was lying there cradling Felicia in his arms, and Sage called back to them, "Don't take all the covers; we'll be back."
As the water poured over them, in a brief break in their making out and hurried cleaning, Sage looked up at him and asked, "So, out in the other world, um, are you seeing anyone?"
Don chuckled, bent down to kiss her, and then picked her up. She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, sinking down on his cock. Don's hands gripped her ass and slowly raised and lowered her. He smiled and said, "Well, I have this relationship with Toshia that's gotten interesting, but, as you know, she's got a girlfriend, but, actually, I was thinking I would like to be seeing you. If you're free, that is."
"I think we can work something out," she smirked. "I take it we're going to be swingers, or something like that."
"That does seem to be the way things are going," he kissed her again. "How does that sound to you?"
"Hum, pretty damn good. Just remember, "
"I belong to you," he nodded.
"Aye, and, for the record, in case you were wondering, vice versa," she said as she flexed herself against him, working up and down and grinding against the base of his cock.
Don grinned, "Yeah, I worked that out."
"But we share."
"Right."
"And if we get a chance, we're banging the hell out of Toshia," she said.
"Of course."
"Good," she kissed him. "Now fuck me. I want to have one more orgasm before we go to bed."
"Greedy girl," he smiled.
"Hell yeah!"
"There was a lot more sex on the Riverboat, and we spent some time at the Resort."
"Did she really say that about me?" Toshia asked.
"I swear," Don chuckled.
"Uh, I do like the sound of that," she smiled. "But you were saying."
"Yeah, we did the Jungle Room, naturally, and I showed her the Temple. She got gangbanged in the Grotto, which is a very wet area, as you might expect."
"How many guys? In the gangbang, I mean."
"It's not a competition, you know," Don laughed.
Toshia rolled her eyes at him.
"There were about a dozen, plus me."
"Yes! Still the champion!" Toshia grinned.
"Well, that was before her trials, so, "
"Doesn't count," Toshia said.
"Seriously?"
"I have ruled. Okay, you can go on with the story."
Chapter 7. Lady Primrose's Earrings
As he and Sage made their way to the Crimson Mountain, Don was acutely aware of their impending separation, and the fact that they might remain apart for quite some time. Accordingly, he made sure they had a variety of plans for meeting up, if possible, leaving messages, when the opportunity presented itself, etc. Passing through the Manor they would leave word with the Scholar, and then linger about there at least for a few days. Passing through the Resort they would both check in with the Sheriff and leave word with the Sage.
"I'll try to remember that," Sage laughed.
"Yeah, and I'm trying to get used to thinking of you as Evelyn," Don smiled.
Don also told her about the Wizard as a potential ally whose home might be a good meeting place, and the Witches of the Glen who might be helpful. Of course, they also thought the Maidenhead might be useful, even if they couldn't be too sure it would long remain in Megan's control. In turn, Evelyn told him about a cafe in the bazaar on the far side of the sea, and they agreed to check in at the tavern on the beach and Ambrosia's when in the vicinity of Rendezvous.
When they got to the locker rooms in the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King, they bathed, but Don made a point of retrieving the staffs the Wizard had given him and Shelonda what seemed so long ago. Stephanie had had no real experience with such things, and Nicole was positively averse to using any kind of weapon. Evelyn, though, had some martial arts training, though it was mostly in aikido, and definitely had no problem with weapons.
"Too bad we don't have swords," she mused as she spun the enchanted wooden staff in her hands. Having been made for Shelonda, it was just about the perfect size for Evelyn.
"God, you're hot!" Don grinned as he admired the way the muscles in her arms and wrists moved as she played with the staff.
"Oh, we should have gotten bows and arrows from the elves!"
Don groaned, "Ugh, why didn't I think of that?"
She laughed, "Well, you're not the only one who didn't."
"On the other hand," he mused, "it doesn't seem like we're very likely to be called upon to fight anyone. Still, an unbreakable staff can be a useful tool."
"Hard wood can definitely be good to get your hands on," she smirked.
It turned out that, as long as they bathed and were naked, the red-robed servitors had no problem with letting them proceed into the Pleasure Dome and seemed to pay no attention at all to the staffs.
"Holy hell!" Evelyn breathed as they entered the vast chamber, momentarily stunned by the scale of both the room and the orgy going on in it.
"Yeah," Don nodded.
They proceeded to the circular couch in the middle of the dome, Evelyn taking in the spectacle as they went.
"The king's throne is that away, but I want to see if we can just ride the sofa up," Don said. "But first, come with me. I want to have some time with you before we head up."
He led her down to the base of the stairs, where they set their staffs off to the side, out of the way but close at hand, and made love for what might be the last time in a long while. Though a few of the other revelers offered to join in, Don and Evelyn kept to themselves this time. When they were finally worn out, they made a quick trip to the nearest fountain to clean up and then returned to the sofa. With their staffs across their laps, and their hands tightly clasped, they rode the couch up to the waiting room.
"Damn!" Evelyn grinned. "This is not safe at all!"
"I'm starting to suspect it's not actually that dangerous," laughed Don, "but I'm not about to test that theory."
"Good! I'll be pissed at you if you kill yourself testing something like that."
"Aw that makes me all warm inside," he grinned.
"Oh, you're right, this is a bit anticlimactic," Evelyn said as they came to a halt in the waiting room.
"Told ya," he smiled. "Hi, Gladys! Miss me?"
After a wait that seemed both rather too long and excruciatingly quick, Gladys announced that 'they' were ready to see Evelyn. She took her staff and got up, but Don pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. He gave her ass a long squeeze, smiled, and said, "Don't forget me, gorgeous."
"Unhand me, sir!" she laughed. "I will not be kissed and fondled by strangers!"
"Well, that's just not at all true," he grinned and kissed her again, focusing all his passion for her in this one last embrace.
Don watched her exquisite ass as she crossed to the "Interviews" door, smiled encouragingly as she looked back before going through, and tried to ignore the ache in his chest. He had gotten very fond of Evelyn indeed. Eros, and his own schemes, kept separating him from loved ones—first Toshia, then Shelonda and Nicole, and now Sage, Evelyn.
He was as down as he had been in Eros when Gladys let him know that he could go in and wasn't in much better of a mood as he sat down opposite Pamela and the other watchers. He kept his hand on his staff, just in case he was abruptly teleported away.
Task Two: Lady Primrose’s Earrings.
"Welcome back, Don," Pamela nodded. "I would say that you completed your first trial with flying colors. We expected you to sleep with Captain Sage, not convince her to come back here with you and undertake her own set of trials."
"I didn't really convince her," Don frowned.
Pamela shrugged, "That's not really important. You did, clearly, finish the task adequately. We assume you're ready for your second trial, ?"
Don nodded, "Yes. Bring it on."
"We want you to bring us Lady Primrose's emerald earrings."
"Uh, Lady Primrose? I've never heard of her," Don worried. "How will I find her or her earrings?"
"That might well be part of the trial, Don," Pamela pointed out. "However, in this case, we'll help you with that."
"I appreciate that," Don smiled. "Is there anything else I should know?"
"There is quite a lot you should know."
Don arched his eyebrow at the hint of a sense of humor, then said, "Okay, I guess I'm ready."
"One more thing, though, Don: no more strays."
Then Don found himself standing in the middle of a street in what seemed like a small English town. It seemed to be early morning. The buildings had a decidedly quaint English countryside feel to them, and Don suddenly realized that he was fully clothed, wearing khaki slacks, shoes and socks, and a pastel polo shirt, with a light sweater tied by its sleeves around his shoulders. He was still holding his staff. Between the clothes and the mundanity of the town, Don thought this was the oddest place he'd yet seen in Eros.
"Just a little town?" Toshia frowned. "That does seem strange."
"Oh, believe me, it gets weirder," Don chuckled.
The Town of Shagbottom
There seemed to be some larger buildings down the road, so Don headed that way, in the hope of finding someone who could direct him to a "Lady Primrose." As he went, he found himself enjoying the peace and quiet, and noticed that there were birds singing. All in all, it was a very pleasant locale.
He was walking down the middle of the street—there didn't seem to be any sign of cars—and had just cleared the first intersection, when he finally saw signs of human life. The front door of the house on Don's right opened and out stepped a tall, thin fellow wearing a dark business suit and carrying a briefcase. This man turned around to receive a kiss goodbye from a woman wearing a brightly flowered dress, and then headed down a paved walkway through his neatly manicured front yard toward the street.
Up and down the street, Don saw this basic ritual played out again and again over the next couple of minutes. Apparently, all the men in this town, no, there were a few women, also in business suits, left home at pretty much the same time in the morning, to go to work, ? Half expecting everyone to head off in the same direction, Don paused in the street to watch as the townsfolk joined him. However, they seemed to have different destinations in mind. The man who had come out first turned right at the street, walked down three houses, crossed the street, looked both ways to make sure no one was paying attention to him, pushed open the front gate in front of him, and quickly made his way to the front door of that house, loosening his tie as he went. Every person seemed to have a similar course of action, going from their "home" to another house in the neighborhood, in a bizarre, chaotically choreographed pattern. After a minute or two, Don was again alone in the street.
"Well, okay then," he chuckled before continuing down the street. At what Don assumed was the center of town, he found establishments with names like "The Shag' Odeon," "Mabel's Sundries," "The Morning Whip" (with a sign adding, "Start Your Day with the Crack of Dawn!"), and "The Cum Inne." Don considered where to begin but quickly decided that the apparent newspaper was so different from what he would normally expect in Eros that he had to start there.
He pushed the door open, triggering a bell overhead, and a pale woman with dark red hair brushing her shoulders looked up from her desk behind a counter, smiled, and with a very English accent said, "Good morning. Welcome to Shagbottom!"
Although Toshia would later fail miserably, Don managed to not laugh at this, but did have to pause and say, "Pardon me?"
"Welcome to Shagbottom!" she repeatedly cheerfully. "Do you have some news to report?"
"Ah, no, but, the name of this town is Shagbottom?"
"That's right: Shagbottom of county Wrenchester."
"Okay," Don was having an extremely hard time keeping a straight face. He looked back out the window that made up the front of the shop, saw the theater sign again, and just shook his head. Thinking of the other signs, he asked, "The inn's name, what's the abbreviation for?"
"To shorten a longer word," said a voice with another English accent from a woman who popped out from behind a shelf that was heavy with stacks of papers. She had lovely brown skin and black wavy hair that was cut short. She continued, "You know how you might want to save space, so instead of writing out all of 'abbreviation,' you just use a-b-b-r period."
Don pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Yes, thank you, but I meant 'what does the c-u-m period stand for in the hotel's name?'"
"Oh," the darker woman frowned. "You know, I'm not terribly sure. Ophelia?"
The other woman looked up again, "Oh, hello Anna. I'm over here."
"Good morning," Anna said as she moved closer to the front of the shop and the counter that separated the women from Don. "Do you know what the abbreviation in the inn's name stands for?"
"Oh, excellent," Ophelia smiled. "How many letters?"
"Well, more than three, I should think," Anna said.
"That doesn't narrow things down much, does it?" frowned Ophelia. "Do you have any of the letters?"
"Well, c-u-m, clearly," Anna cast a sideways look at Don and shook her head.
"'Cummerbund'?"
"That seems a bit of a stretch," Anna said.
"Don't cummerbunds usually stretch a bit?"
"Well, yes, I suppose, but that's not really to the point, is it?"
"'Cumberbatch'?"
"Don't be ridiculous, dear; that's not even a word."
"'Cumulative'?"
"'The Cumulative Inne'?"
"Why ever not?" Ophelia wanted to know.
"It doesn't make sense."
"It certainly does," Ophelia said a bit defensively. "'My score of twenty was the cumulative in our four games.'"
Anna shook her head in exasperation. "That's not well said, though, is it?"
Ophelia shrugged.
"In any case," Anna persisted. "We were talking about 'inn' with two ns, and sometimes a silent e."
"We were? Why didn't you say so?"
"This gentleman here was asking about the name of the inn. What did you think we were talking about?"
"Abbreviations, wasn't it?"
"Well, yes," Anna nodded with some exasperation, "but one abbreviation in particular."
"I see," Ophelia said thoughtfully. "But then, if this is the abbreviation about which we're inquiring, it might be the abbreviation of someone's name, mightn't it?"
"I suppose that's true, love. Good point," Anna smiled.
"But then why couldn't it be 'Cumberbatch'?"
Anna's eyes threatened to roll all the way up into her skull as she exclaimed, "That's the most ridiculous name ever! Who would ever consent to call themselves such a ludicrous thing?!"
"Well, who are we to judge?" Ophelia shrugged. "I don't suppose you would object to someone's being called Cumberbatch if she had a very nice pair of tits, or if he had a big pecker, now would you?"
"What are you trying to say, exactly?"
"One shouldn't judge someone on the basis of their name, but on the things that really make them who they are," Ophelia smiled, clearly thinking she had won this round.
"I'm not suggesting one should judge anyone on the basis of their name, Ophelia. I'm saying that we should judge their name on the basis of its being quite ridiculous. 'Cumberbatch' indeed!"
Before things could get any more heated, Don, who was having a very hard time not laughing, interjected with, "Ladies, please! I really don't need to know about the inn."
The two women glowered at each other for a moment, and Anna took the opportunity to clearly mouth the word "ridiculous" at Ophelia, before she said, "Very well. Good morning, sir. How may we be of service?"
The first thing that occurred to Don when Anna asked him that was that this was the first time someone had given him an innuendo-laden opening like that while completely dressed in a long time. Surely, he could probably say he could use a blowjob, and at least one of the two attractive women would be happy to oblige. This was Eros, after all. On the other hand, the fact that they were dressed, and he actually had a mission to accomplish, led him to the conclusion that he probably should get some information out of the two of them, if that was actually possible. He was about to ask about Lady Primrose, when Don realized he wanted to ask about something else first.
"I was wondering, what exactly do you do here?"
"We write and print the daily newspaper, of course," Anna smiled.
"Very good," Don nodded, "and what goes in the newspaper?"
"All the news!" Ophelia enthused. "We keep the good people of Shagbottom informed on all the goings on."
"Such as?"
"What's playing at the 'Odeon, any new toys at Mabel's, notices of special events," Ophelia started.
"Coverage of said events," Anna added as she leaned on the counter in front of Don. She had undone a few buttons of her blouse.
Ophelia got up and began moving toward her partner, as she continued with, "The daily lottery results, the crossword, interviews with prominent citizens, "
"And of handsome newcomers," Anna smiled.
"Oh, that's a good idea, Anna," Ophelia nodded.
Don smiled back at them, flattered by the attention and amused by the turn toward more typically Erosian matters. Then, though, he realized he had more questions. He started with, "What kind of special events?"
"Socials, parties, " Anna said.
"Garden parties!" Ophelia cut in.
"Well, yes, those are included in parties, aren't they dear?"
"Naturally, but aren't socials just another sort of party?" Ophelia asked.
"I think it's the other way 'round," Anna frowned.
"Either way 'round, then, you started it."
Don decided to jump in before the conversation got too far afield again. "So, mostly parties, eh? Anything else?"
"Most of the special events are parties, it's true," Anna nodded.
"They're very nice parties, though," Ophelia said. She had followed Anna's lead and started unbuttoning her top. "Everyone has such a splendid time."
Don smiled at them, guessing that the parties in Shagbottom probably turned into orgies at some point. He decided to ask, "And you said something about a lottery, ?"
"Oh yes, that's very important, of course," Anna nodded, as she shrugged her blouse off her lovely brown shoulders, exposing her full breasts.
"What do lottery winners win?" Don asked, taking a step toward the counter and the women as he untied the arms of the sweater around his neck.
"What do they win?" Ophelia was a bit confused. She had tossed her top aside and was now shimmying out of her pencil skirt.
"Oh, it's not that kind of lottery exactly," Anna said as she stood up from removing her own skirt. She pushed a sheet of paper across the counter to Don and said, "Here."
On the page were two columns of addresses. Don looked at them as he took off his shirt but couldn't see any pattern or meaning.
Anna hopped up on the counter, and pointed to the left column, saying, "This is each couple's address, "
"Well, if they picked up their ticket for the day," Ophelia pointed out. She had moved over to a gate in the counter Don hadn't paid any attention to and was coming over to Don's side of the room.
"Yes, certainly, it wouldn't do at all to make people play who didn't want to," Anna smiled as she spun around on the counter, her long, stockinged legs and stiletto-heeled shoes flying over Don's head.
Don smiled at briefly at the sight of Anna's bare, pink cunt, and then realized, "Oh, the other column is the addresses of where people go for the day when they leave in the morning."
"Exactly," Anna smiled as she spread her legs and scooted up to the edge of the counter. She crooked a finger at Don and asked, "Care to join us for our early morning break, ? Oh, how rude of us! What was your name?"
Gretchen’s Hospitality at Lady Primrose’s Estate.
Toshia couldn't help but laugh all through the story of Don's encounter with Anna and Ophelia. By the time he was wrapping that up, the two of them had stopped and sat down on a bench in a secluded part of the park. If it had been a bit more secluded, Toshia thought she'd probably break her rule and give Don a blowjob right here. All the sex shenanigans she was picturing had gotten her rather worked up, and she really just wanted to suck on his cock. Of course, that wasn't all she wanted to do, It wasn't that secluded, though, so she managed to behave. However, she did enjoy snuggling up against him, his arm around her shoulders, as he continued his story.
"So, yeah," he said, "after the early morning break, and with a lot of patience, I was able to learn that Shagbottom was basically a rather stable community of people who paired up, somehow, and then enjoyed a rather thorough swinging lifestyle. Each day, but just during the day, they swapped partners, if they participated in the lottery the day before. They rejoined their 'spouses' at night. Every few days there were social events, or parties, that were pretty much excuses for more partner swapping and/or orgies."
"It sounds like your kind of place," Toshia smiled.
"And not yours?"
"Well, yeah, that was implied."
It was afternoon, the three of them had given up on clothing, Don was reclining in a chair with Anna curled up in his lap, and Ophelia was sprawled across her desk with a happy post orgasmic smile on her face, when Don finally got around to, "So, I need to find a Lady Primrose, "
"Oh, yes, she's lovely!" Anna purred enthusiastically and bit sleepily.
"Her garden parties are the best!" Ophelia added. "She makes sure to invite everyone in town."
"You'll like her," Anna nodded. "She's the sweetest, poshest lady."
"Folks say the garden parties aren't even the sexiest ones she has," Ophelia rolled onto her side to look at Don with a conspiratorial glimmer in her eye. "She has masked balls with lords and ladies from all over. It's all very classy and mysterious!"
"Oh, hush, Ophelia," laughed Anna. "That's just gossip. Lady Primrose doesn't put on airs. She's just a nice, friendly, normal person."
It was time for Don to reinsert himself in the conversation. "Well, can you tell me where to find her?"
"Of course," Anna chuckled. "She'll be up at Heolfor House, if she's not traveling."
"And you can direct me to this 'Heolfor House'?"
Anna kissed the side of Don's neck and said, "Certainly, but don't you want to stay for Hazel and Bob's get-together tonight?"
Of course, it was nearly impossible for Don to resist such an enticing invitation. It turned out that Hazel had a hankering for bukkake that night and Don was happy to help the local men scratch that itch. By the time he set off down the road for Heolfor House he had decided that the odd little town of Shagbottom was quite the friendly place. The Morning Whip's headline that morning read "Stranger Comes to Town, & All Over Hazel's Tits."
Heolfor House
The walk from Shagbottom to the side road that bore a sign reading "Heolfor House" was long enough to discourage idle wandering in but short enough to be a pleasant walk through the countryside. Don thought he must look quite mundane with his clothes and walking staff, and he had to admit this was perhaps the most "normal" day he had spent in Eros so far.
He paused at the signpost and wondered where the road would take him if he just kept walking. With a shrug, Don decided that would have to wait for a return trip to the county of Wrenchester and started up the much narrower path toward Heolfor House. Flowering trees grew close to the path, spreading their branches overhead, making for a lovely, shady walk. On the left, through the trees, Don could make out what looked like a cemetery, with a carefully manicured lawn and ornate headstones, as well as what seemed to be moss-covered tombs. The many flowering shrubs and the sunshine gave it a very welcoming appearance, offsetting the fact that this was the first indication of anything like mortality in Eros. Don doubted that anyone was really buried there, but surely someone must have graveyard fantasies to live out. He filed this away to ask about when he got the chance.
At the end of the path, Don came to a big arch of heavy rocks that seemed quite ancient, as if the archway predated the path and even the surrounding forest by millennia. Certainly, it seemed much, much older than what Don found on the other side, and what Don found looked pretty old.
A broad gravel path spread out in front of him leading directly up to the front of an enormous manor house. There seemed to be three main floors, with smaller floors above and twin towers rising on either end of the facade. All along the edge of steepled roof were spiky ornamentations. Heavy curtains hung in the many windows, and the stonework emphasized both the run of the floors and the way the mansion rose up over the viewer. In retrospect, the Manor had had a southern French, or Mediterranean, feel, while this was decidedly English.
The fact that there was a fountain between him and the entrance to the building as well as exquisitely groomed green hedges spreading out around this courtyard somehow only slowly came into Don' attention. There was just something about Heolfor House that drew his attention. Even though the day was sunny and warm, and he knew he was still in Eros, there was somehow something off about this building. It just didn't seem to fit, though Don had to admit that it actually seemed a perfect fit for the whole English countryside fantasy. Anyone who had any Upstairs, Downstairs or Downton Abbey kinks would love this place!
Skirting the fountain, Don crossed to the big double doors and pressed the button on one side. When there was no response, he pressed again. He was about to press a third time when the door on the right opened enough for a tall, bald man in a dark suit to look out at Don with clear disapproval.
"Hello," Don smiled. "I'm, uh, hoping to speak with Lady Primrose."
"Are you expected, sir?" the man said. His tone clearly indicated that he knew full well what the answer would be.
"No, I'm afraid not."
The man, who Don was assuming must be a butler, gave him a look that conveyed the fact that Don's existence in that moment and place was quite possibly the most inconvenient thing in the universe. He said none of this, though, but only said, "Her ladyship is not receiving callers at the moment."
"Would it be possible for me to wait?" Don smiled again.
"Of course, it would, sir," the butler frowned, clearly annoyed that he was being asked such a trivial question.
There was a long pause, before Don decided he would have to prod further.
"May I wait, perhaps inside?"
The butler's expression never changed but his eyes managed to tell Don that he was personally contributing a great deal to the overall misery in the world. Still, he intoned, "Certainly, sir, please do come in."
The entry hall was, of course, massive, with an extremely high vaulted ceiling from which a dazzling chandelier hung. Dark wood paneling covered every surface, and broad curving stairways flowed up to the second floor. Paintings and tapestries hung on the walls. After getting his name, the butler led Don to the left, pushed open a tall, slender door, and said, "If you would be so kind as to wait here, sir."
Don stepped into a narrow high-ceilinged sitting room with thick, dark carpeting and a large fireplace taking up most of the right-hand wall. The sunlight from one window cut the room in half; what wasn't glowing brightly was almost black in contrast. Tiny motes of dust floated lazily in the yellow light.
As the butler shut the door behind him, Don stepped toward the window, hoping to get a look out at the gardens he thought must be outside. But as he drew near, a voice addressed him in a cultured British accent, "Here for the party?"
Don turned and peered into the shadowy corner to the right, opposite the door by which he'd entered. He took a couple of steps, out of the sunlight, and said, "Party?"
"Just calling to pay your respects, then?" said the dark-haired man in the corner. He was slouched in an armchair. There was a woman kneeling between his legs with her head in his lap. He was wearing black slacks and a dark shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing an athletic chest and abs. She was wearing a pastel blue, backless dress, and had light blonde hair. She was quite intent on the blowjob she was giving.
"I suppose that's right," Don nodded in answer to the man's question. "There's a party, though?"
"That's right, tonight," the man held up his finger as he closed his eyes and smiled. After a long moment of silence, he said, "Everyone who's anyone will be there. Get up, Cessily' and say hello to our new American friend."
The blonde stood up easily, took a step back and turned to smile at Don. She wiped a bit of cum away from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and said, "Hello there."
The dark-haired gentleman stood up, tucking his cock back in his trousers, and crossed to Don and extended his hand. As Don shook his hand, the other man said, "Lucien, and this is my sister Cessily."
Don suddenly had a number of questions but couldn't decide which to ask first and what was clearly rude, so he just said, "Don. I'm very pleased to meet you."
Cessily glided up next to her brother and smiled at Don with the kind of open sexual interest he'd grown so used to in Eros. She batted her brown eyes at him and said, "It's so good to have some fresh blood for one of these parties."
"Oh, well, I'm honored, I think," Don smiled. Cessily was certainly charming. "I'm really just here to have a chat with Lady Primrose."
"Ah, well, it is her party," Lucien smiled, with much the same undercurrent as his sister's smile. "There's no reason you can't have your cake and eat it too, is there?"
Don frowned a little as he tried to sort out Lucien's question, but then the butler cleared his throat on the other side of the room. Don peered through the light, couldn't see clearly enough, took a few steps in that direction. The butler didn't wait for him, but said, "Sir, her ladyship is indisposed, but asks you to accept her invitation to tonight's party."
"That would be great," Don smiled. "I'm afraid I don't have the proper attire, though."
The butler paused, as if to make it clear that Don was continuing to make his life an unendurable hell, and said, "We will endeavor to correct that situation, sir."
"Oh, well, that's great," Don nodded. He turned back to say something to Lucien and Cessily, but they had already left, presumably through the door Don now noticed between the armchair in the corner and the fireplace.
With a quick shrug, Don followed the butler back out to the entry foyer. Picking up a bell from a little table in the corner, the butler rang twice and then waited until a young woman in a black and white French maid outfit hurried in through a door at the foot of the far staircase. She was short, but had very nice long legs, and had dark brown hair that was pulled back into a bun and seemed to be quite long. She wore a black choker around her lovely, thin neck. She was trying to straighten her uniform as she hurried over to the butler and Don.
"Gretchen, please show this gentleman to an available room and help him prepare for the party," the butler said in a way that seemed to imply that Don would need a great deal of help indeed.
"Yes, sir, of course sir," Gretchen said with an adorable English accent as she bobbed her head and managed to smile at Don, batting lovely blue eyes up at him all the while. She began to turn toward the stairs, and said, "Please come this way, sir."
Quite happily, Don followed the young woman up the stairs, using the time to admire her gorgeous legs with the stockings that ran up to the middle of her firm thighs and the way her bare bottom and the lower lips of her cunt could be seen peeking out from under her short skirt. Gretchen led Don up several flights of stairs and then down a shadowed hall with a big window at the end, turning at last to a door, which opened to a large bedroom.
"You may use this room during your stay, sir," Gretchen smiled. "There are clothes here in the closet." She opened the door to an enormous walk-in closet and led the way in.
There were indeed quite a few suits available and, given his experience in Eros, Don had little doubt that he would find something that fit him nicely. Then Gretchen was bending at the waist in front of him, saying, "And down here are shoes."
Don couldn't resist reaching out and running his hand over her perfect, pale behind. When she did nothing to pull away, he gave her bum a squeeze and then lightly ran his finger over her labia. He could feel that they were already dewy, and there was a bit of pearly cum leaking out of her. Don remembered her straightening her uniform and realized what she must have been up to before the butler had summoned her. Don parted her lips and smeared some of the cum he found there down over her clit.
"Uh, that feels very nice, sir," Gretchen purred. "If you don't mind my saying so, sir."
"Oh, I don't mind at all," Don chuckled. Since she didn't move away or stand up, Don pushed his thumb into her cummy cunt and started using his fingers to play with her clit in earnest, caressing and squeezing her young ass with his left hand.
Gretchen pushed back toward him and murmured, "Oh, sir!"
Somewhat clumsily from recent lack of experience, Don undid his pants with his left hand to free his now rather hard cock from its confines. He hadn't had any sex all morning and early afternoon, which in Eros seemed a rather long time, and the way this very fetching young woman was bent over in front of him and responding to his manual stimulation was easily enough to inspire a nearly painful erection. Without waiting for any further invitation, Don pushed his cock down and replaced his thumb in her cunt with the head of his penis. As he pushed into Gretchen from behind, she moaned happily and pushed back against him. With the heat of her tight, wet vagina wrapped around him, Don fought off the physical impulse to come immediately, but only barely.
Soon, Gretchen was supporting herself with her left hand on the low cupboard that housed the shoes she'd been showing Don while the fingers of her right were strumming furiously across her clit, and Don was plowing into her violently, holding her slender waist in his hands and pulling her petite body back onto his straining cock. Don suspected her earlier play had been interrupted before she was able to climax because it didn't take long at all before she was shuddering and gasping as she came on him.
Then she was on her knees in front of him, one hand on the base of his thick shaft pumping him, as she sucked enthusiastically on his head. Her pretty little face was intensely sexy as she looked up at him with her lovely blue eyes.
"Oh, God!" Don groaned as he felt himself swelling in her hand and mouth.
Gretchen pulled back off him, but began to stroke him even harder, and said, "Yes, sir, please come for me."
Instinctively, Don pushed forward as his whole body clenched around the base of his cock. Gretchen smiled up at him and kept stroking his shaft until she was rewarded by an explosive gout of cum shooting out and across her sweet face. Don trembled and groaned as another burst of cum splashed onto her and then another. Still looking up at him with her blue eyes, Gretchen sucked his cock back into her mouth and proceeded to swallow the rest of his orgasm. When she finally released him, she said, "Thank you very much, sir."
"Wow!" Don breathed. "And thank you, Gretchen." He thought to ask her to call him 'Don,' but he decided he quite liked the way she said 'sir.'
"It's my pleasure, sir," she laughed as she stood up. She paused a moment to lick some cum off her lips and to wipe some off her nose. She promptly sucked her finger clean, and then said, "Perhaps you would like me to draw you a bath, sir."
Naturally, for Eros, the room came equipped with a large, luxurious bathroom, and Gretchen joined Don for a long, extremely enjoyable bath. She stripped out of her uniform but kept on her little hat and the choker Don found so sexy. As they engaged in a rather wet session of foreplay masquerading as bathing, Don was able to ask a few questions.
He started with, "How long do we have?"
Gretchen smiled sweetly as she pulled on his hardness beneath the water, "As much time as you need, sir."
"Oh, well, need and want are two very different things," Don chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her firm breast and flick his tongue over her hard nipple. "But I mean until you have to go back to work."
She sighed and pulled Don's head down to her breast again, while squeezing his cock a bit tighter. She said, "I am supposed to attend to any of the guests' needs, sir, so, "
"But won't you be needed for, other things?"
"There are other staff, sir, and if I'm missed I'll only get a spanking, which I don't mind much," she winked.
He smiled up at her as he slipped two fingers up inside her and asked, "Well, then, how long until the party starts?"
"Oh," she bit her lower lip as she rocked on his hand a bit, "the parties never start until after dark. So, a couple of hours, I should say, sir."
"Never?" Don asked as he released her nipple from his mouth. "Even the garden parties I've heard so much about?"
"Oh, yes, those are so lovely, but they always begin after sunset. Lady Primrose does so love the nighttime, and the gardens are so beautiful all lit up with candles."
"I'd love to see them," Don smiled as he stood up in the tub. Gretchen smiled at the hard cock that was now standing out before her. She ran her hand lightly over it and leaned in to give it a kiss, but Don took her hand and drew her up to kiss her sweet mouth and then to lead her out of the tub.
After they had dried off some, they made their way back out to the bedroom where they found quite a few ways to spend the next hour and a half. Don's favorite moment came after Gretchen had let down her very long hair to cascade down over her shoulders like a cape as she rode slowly on him, leaning forward with her hands on his shoulders to look into his eyes. He ran his hands up over her slender naked body, caressing her tits and then slipping around her neck, fingers brushing over the choker she still wore.
"Tighter, please, sir," she sighed.
As Don gently squeezed her throat, restricting her breath and circulation, Gretchen smiled, nodded, and whispered, "Yes, tighter!"
A bit concerned, Don obliged. Gretchen's face darkened a bit, and then she was trembling with a long, silently intense orgasm. When he relaxed his grasp, she smiled down at him with an utterly unfeigned gratitude and affection.
After a much briefer bit of cleaning up, and making sure that Don actually found a suit to wear to the party, Gretchen got back into her uniform, this time with her dark hair in a long, thick ponytail, gave him a quick, surprisingly chaste kiss, and left him to his own devices.
Don checked himself out in the mirror and thought he was party ready. He was wearing black slacks, jacket, and shoes, and a dark red shirt, which was open at the neck. He had been a bit surprised that there were no ties to be found in the closet, but Gretchen had assured him that this was deliberate.
"The lady doesn't like neckties," she had said as if she were saying nothing more interesting than "she doesn't like Brussel sprouts."
Toshia fixed Don with a skeptical eye and a cocked brow.
Don laughed and said, "Yeah, yeah, I was thinking the same thing."
Stepping out into the hallway, staff in hand, Don noted that there were two other guests making their way to the stairs. Don caught up to the black gentleman just before either made it to the top of the stairs, and the tall east Asian woman coming from the other end of the hallway met them there.
"Hello, I'm Don," he smiled, extending his hand first to the man on his left.
"Good evening, I'm Jerome," the fellow smiled in return. Don guessed that Jerome was at least ten years older than himself, though he knew time and aging in Eros were tricky affairs. Jerome had very dark skin, wore his hair and beard, which were sprinkled with some grey, buzzed short. He was also wearing a dark suit, but with a white shirt, and seemed to have an athletic build.
"Bian," the beautiful young woman smiled as she shook each of the men's hands. She had lovely green eyes and curly dark brown hair brushing her shoulders. She was quite tall and wore a deep green floor length dress that left her long neck and sculpted shoulders bare.
"Is this your first time to one of Lady Primrose's parties?" Don asked as they started down the stairs.
"Yes," Jerome nodded. "I was quite surprised to be invited."
Don frowned to himself a bit and asked, "And how were you invited, exactly?"
"A lady friend suggested I would enjoy it, and the next thing I knew I was here," Jerome explained, apparently without realizing there was anything odd about his story.
"I see," Don nodded. "Do you mind if I ask where you were talking to your lady friend?"
"Oh, well, we were both visiting a lovely resort."
Don smiled and said, "I see. And what about you Bian? Is this your first time, too?"
"Yes," she said with a slight nod and smile. Don thought she didn't have a British accent, but also concluded that she was disinclined to engage in a long conversation.
As they descended to the ground floor, Don noticed in passing, as they passed a few windows, that the sun was setting and it would soon be dusk. He felt a bit awkward carrying his staff along, but he was also quite glad to have it along.
Candles were now illuminating the stairs and hallways, casting wan light and creating deep shadows. Don had seen no one lighting the candles, but by now he was used to these things happening on their own.
On the ground floor, gathered in the entry hall, were about 20 other guests, waiting for the party to begin. Jerome and Bian slipped into the crowd, as Don looked around a bit. He was a bit surprised when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning he saw a couple he had met just the night before.
"Cheers, Don," grinned Rodney, a big, cheerful redheaded guy who had helped with Hazel's bukkake. Right next to him was Marilyn, the slender, middle-aged, brown-haired woman who had been introduced as Rodney's partner last night. She and Don had not done anything together at the party, but for a moment Don thought it would be very nice to correct that oversight.
Don smiled back at them, "Good evening! I didn't know you'd be here tonight."
"Neither did we," Rodney laughed. "We won the weekly raffle."
"Ah, I didn't know there was a weekly raffle, either."
"Ay, every week!" the big guy laughed again.
"Is this your first time?"
"Sure is," Rodney nodded. "Posh house, in'it?"
"It certainly is," agreed Don, "and the staff is quite accommodating."
"Oh! 'Sounds like you've had a good afternoon," Rodney chuckled.
"I did," Don smiled, finding it impossible not to get caught up in Rodney's enthusiasm. "Oh, but please excuse me for a moment."
Don had just caught sight of the butler and had come to an abrupt decision. Taking a few steps to intercept the taciturn man, Don said, "Excuse me, my good fellow."
The butler turned on him with an expression that clearly indicated he was not amused by Don's attempt to assimilate to the culture. With what seemed a herculean effort, he said, "Yes, sir, how may I be of assistance?"
"I was wondering if it would be a problem for me to leave my staff here over there in the corner by the door."
"Why should that be a problem, sir?"
"I don't know, but I don't want to put anyone out."
"I'm sure no one will be 'put out,' sir."
"And no one will move it?"
"Ah, well, I cannot speak for everyone, sir, but I can assure you that myself and the rest of the staff will leave your walking stick unmolested."
"Thank you," Don smiled, partly because he got the impression his cheerfulness was a personal affront to the butler.
By the time Don had propped his staff in the aforementioned corner and turned back to the gathering of guests, the large double doors into the ballroom had been opened and everyone was gradually moving inside. Don found himself bringing up the rear.
To be continued.
By BradentonLarry for Literotica