Gabriel
Later, we walked down a long corridor to "The Room," a large, almost cavernous chamber with no windows, lit with innumerable Tiffany lamps which imparted a warm glow over the furnishings and the acre of oriental carpeting. At one end was a magnificent Victorian billiard table with immense carved griffen's feet and a vast expanse of impeccable green felt. The table was at least half again as large as tournament size. In the center of the chamber, dominating everything, was a ten foot square platform with an ornately carved roof and deep velvet drapes tied off at all four corners with gilded ropes. The platform was upholstered and covered with what seemed to be at least twenty highly colorful pillows. It was a gazebo. It was a stage. It was a bed. Harry and Sarah called it an Oriental Booth. At two corners, pointing inward and downward at the bed were small TV cameras. Somehow it didn't take much imagination…
The other end of the room was taken up with what looked like gym equipment, some of it against the back wall and one strange-looking device suspended from the ceiling. Once again my imagination remained untaxed. The rest of the furniture consisted of a half dozen couches and chaises, an enormous number of large cushions and three large, wheeled chavell mirrors which could be adjusted to any angle. The ceiling was quite low, a little under seven feet it seemed, and completely mirrored. The total effect was that of a large, sensual cavern. Just a few moments after entering it through the large double oaken doors, I felt an almost uncontrolled desire to remove my clothing. It was a room to be naked in, a room in which to commit unspeakable sexual acts. I laughed silently at myself: there were no such things as unspeakable sexual acts! This was the nineteen-seventies, not the eighteen-seventies! The Victorian madness of Lord and Lady Hemming seemed to be catching.
While Harry was pouring us drinks at a small bar behind the billiard table, a good looking young man, tall, with tousled blond hair, stuck his head in the door.
"Ah, there you are, Mother. I heard we have a guest." He spotted me and smiled charmingly. "Good evening," he said.
"Good evening." I returned his smile. He was dressed in white slacks and white jersey pullover and was quite handsome. I guessed him to be about twenty or twenty-one. Lady Sarah introduced us as he surveyed me in great detail from head to toe. As usual, I was very affected by that kind of attention and appreciation and gave him his money's worth, absent-mindedly caressing the inside of my thigh, throwing my pelvis out and wetting my lips. I was rewarded with an erection that grew rapidly before my eyes under the tight fitting white trouser leg.
"I like our guest very much." He grinned even more broadly. Then as Harry passed the drinks around, Sarah introduced us. He was their son. His name was Gerald, but I promised myself I wouldn't let that get in the way of what I suspected was to be a deep friendship.
"Where have you been all afternoon?" asked Lady Flemming.
"In the garden, mother. Lilly was there, we talked."
"Lovely girl," she said, sipping on her whiskey. Have you fucked her yet?"
"That doesn't sound like a son of mine," said Harry. "Get on with it, boy, what's keeping you?"
"It's not that at all, Father. I've got her, but I have a feeling I can build her up more… maybe for The Room. She's really taken to pornography."
"Ah yes, that's more like it," said Harry. "Think she's safe?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"It would be lovely to have her here," said Sarah. "Do you believe she's virgin?"
"She says so. I believe her."
"Lovely," repeated Lady Sarah.
I was beginning to accept the reality of this sexual wonderland when Betsy appeared and I had to start all over again! She came in the dressed in a black-lace Merry Widow and black garter to which was attached a real rose. Her breasts, no longer seeming so small, bulged out the top of the tight bodice, revealing her pretty pink aureoles. Once more I was in never-never land, but I was sure the feeling would pass. All four of my friends were looking at me hungrily. Betsy seemed to act as a sexual catalyst to all of them… and to me also. I realized as I felt the hot gush of pussy oil running down my leg once more!
Lady Flemming turned to her son and said, "We're about to show Miss Du Champe some of our tapes. Do you care to stay?"
"Oh certainly, Mother," he said, eyeing again. I felt the results of his stare reverberate my moist pussy. My nipples sprung to life.
"And you, Betsy?"
"Certainly." Her voice was sharp, it had a commanding tone. To where had the servile maid of just an hour ago disappeared?
"Well then, perhaps the two of you would be kind as to help our guest disrobe while father and I set up the tape deck."
Gerald and Betsy went to work on me. There wasn't much to remove, actually, just my pantyhose and shoes, but they took their time. As the dress fell away, Gerald clamped his lips my right breast, sucking the extended nipple deep within his hot mouth. A bolt of erotic electricity shot all the way down to my twitching pussy as I felt his tongue rapidly tweaking the erect tissue. I moaned in sudden pleasure-pain as Betsy, with a sudden gesture, pinched down hard on the other erect nipple. The mixed feeling was excruciating; the soft gentle flutterings of Gerald's hot, wet tongue on my right breast, and the brutal, pinching fingers of Betsy on my left. Pain and pleasure set up an alternating current of delightful agony. I realized that two more minutes of this and I would burst! "My God! What a team!" I cried.
"The teamwork has just begun," said Betsy. "There are four of us, you know." With that, they released my breasts and proceeded to remove my pantyhose. The garment dropped around my feet, immobilizing me in its tangle. Betsy began nibbling my ass cheeks with teeth that felt like they might belong to a baby tiger. With a rapid motion she pulled my legs apart, almost knocking me down in the process. I felt her mouth sucking on my anus at the same time that Gerald's tongue found my erect clit.
"Come, children." Lady Sarah's voice seemed to come from a great distance. I was saved by the bell, I thought, as we walked arm in arm to the huge ten-foot square bed.
The two TV monitors were mounted in the ceiling of the giant bed platform and one had to lie on one's back to view them. I stretched out luxuriously as the others removed their clothing… all except Betsy, who only removed her sheer black panties. Soon they were with me, stretched out on all sides, with my body as the center piece. I stared at Lady Flemming's amazingly well preserved figure. "The best cosmetic surgeons in the world," she said, "Are responsible for what you're looking at, my dear." She was up on one elbow, smiling. Her breasts were just inches from me, so I reached out and touched. They were firm, resilient. She took my hand in hers. "Here, feel this Gabriel," she said, drawing my hand down to her steaming crotch. "Just insert your fingers." I complied, pressing three fingers all the way up her well-lubricated fuck canal. It was like the vagina of a twelve year old! Tight, extremely elastic. "And I've had two children," she said.
"It's a work of art, Lady Sarah!"
"Thank you, my dear." I started to my fingers, but she placed a gently restraining hand on mine.
"Two children?"
"Yes, the other was a boy also, two years older than Gerald. He didn't fit in with our life here. Lives in Australia now." There was sadness in her voice.
"Well, I really feel you must be complemented on your cunt. Lady Sarah," I said as the lights dimmed slightly and the two TV monitors came to life over our heads. I wiggled my encapsulated fingers for emphasis and the show began.