Part 3

At university the following morning I studied my fellow third year students looking for one who was truly my peer. I say this not because I'm a snob, although I may well be one. But because of the age difference and my military service, both of which have caused me to be more mature physically and mentally then they. Not only did I not find one among them that I thought might make a worthwhile contribution to my sexual dilemma; but I reached a decision in the process of examining them and their habits that would cause me to leave Oxford within a fortnight.

For I had concluded thusly: A man goes to university for two obvious reasons. First, one hopes to gain sufficient knowledge so as to be competent enough to make a decent fortune in the course of their lifetime. Second, one hopes to obtain through both university and the company it provides to become a gentleman of manners as well as means.

With the sudden inheritance from Mr. Dorian Gray I had my fortune. With my family gone, I had the good fortune to be nurtured along with my brother Harry, by the local Squire, a gentleman named Galvin. Squire Dennis Galvin as it turned out saw to it that Harry and I learned proper etiquette and good manners sufficient enough for us to be offered entry level rank as officers when we joined to fight in the Crimean War. That we declined the offer and entered as privates in all probability is the sole reason I'm alive today. For the officers were always the prime targets of the enemy. I saw many felled by a sniper's bullet while standing a foot or two away from them. To be sure I could have been taken out just as easily as they, but as the shooter had his choice, the officer died and I lived.

The money goaded me into taking action. By ten in the morning I had decided to leave Oxford. I spoke with the registrar and the Dean's assistant and on making clear that I had come into a substantial amount of money found that they tended to agree with me. Before I could make my departure, they were besieging me with requests for donations. I informed them that I would certainly make a donation after I had a clear understanding of what it was that I had inherited. I made a note to send them a thousand pounds the following week in order to remain in their good graces.

After leaving the university I stopped by Mr. Wainwright's office as I had determined that as a man of means I should have my own home, and not live in a boarding house as it was unbecoming in that I could well afford a home.

Mr. Wainwright agreed with me and promptly engaged the services of a man familiar with certain properties that might interest me.

Now it should be made clear that I am now and always have been a person who is ultra punctual. I have a deep seated phobia about being late for anything. I'd like to be late for my own funeral, but not much else. I was never late for school once. I've only been late for what I'll term work on two occasions and even then I was late of my own violation in that once I stopped my carriage to enter a burning building and wound up rescuing a child's pet dog. A fireman was already inside holding the girl herself when I arrived.

The other time was simply because I allowed myself to be seduced by my wife. We were newly wed, but I confess to yielding to her temptations and was seven minutes late for a meeting. Neither missed appointment sat well with me, but I realized that I was after all, human and susceptible to human foibles as well as the next man. Nor did I ever feel that on those occasions I had done the wrong thing. I had simply used my time to do something more important at the time.

Other people often keep me waiting, for appointments, important interviews and dinner engagements. I detest them for it and manage to devise a means of punishing them for it. Not a severe punishment, but something that satisfies my need for recompense for the wasting of my time. Now with regard to traveling, one can expect the transportation to be tardy for a variety of reasons no matter how new the conveyance may be. For example, in Manchester if a train arrives within ten minutes of the time given on the timetable it is logged as being officially on schedule. That you miss a vital connection due to this is nothing to the railway staff or its management. One learns to expect such treatment and act accordingly. I have made it a rule of principal to add time to any trip I take to insure that I at least, arrive on time for my appointment.

We all know the frustration of Doctor's waiting rooms. I have been billing them for my time for some years now. Most ignore me, but two have, after apologizing to me, reduced their fees and it was not in fear of losing me as a patient, but that they agreed with me.

The one person who will agree with me on the precious value of time -- remember, we only have so many hours on this earth -- is one who is incarcerated in prison. For it is when one is bored or trapped that time leaps into one's consciousness.

And even though I know well the value of time, I am guilty of wasting it more often than not and this troubles me greatly. We can do our bit; by being on time, and recognising that time is limited. In our group meetings, which are usually limited to a few hours at best, we should be punctual; we should keep our questions short and snappy, we should let others who haven't asked a question get a chance before we leap in again. Be considerate. No one wants to hear a continual one to one dialogue between you and the speaker. Give others their time too. You might have a lot of unanswered questions, but that's life.

Religious people think they can afford to waste time. They believe in a Heaven and a few hours late won't matter much in an eternity. Yet their sermons are dull. One starts dreaming of being somewhere else while the pastor drones on and on. I admit to being amused by those Christians who are saved because they daren't do anything with their time; for fear of losing their piety and God's favour; and much of what they would do is forbidden to them anyway. The ultimate irony being that life can end unexpectedly and instantly. Suddenly there is no time left. So we must pay heed to it while we can for even this planet of ours will die one day as the Sun that feeds us life begins to fade.

Of course, some things take time. You can't read War & Peace in a day. Some long term projects need time, may take years of preparation, and planning. But that is making good use of time. We should enrich our lives with great memories, and set the future up with many expectations, some of which will and some of which won't come to fruition. I tend to travel with one eye in a book and one eye staring out the train window. I don't like missing anything. Though I'm punctual, I like life to move around me slowly. You see more when you have time to admire the detail and craftsmanship. I hate people who rush through an art gallery in half an hour flat. Some things deserve more time and attention. Take the time to look more closely.

I want cremating after death; so I don't have a gravestone. I don't want my life represented by a simple dash between my date of birth and my date of dying. I hope my life won't be seen as just a mad dash between those two events. We don't have long. This weekend is disappearing quickly. The past is behind us. The future is shrinking before us, so let's get on with it -- let's take our time.

Now that I've wasted a considerable amount of time discussing time I should inform the reader of the reason for my drifting off the subject at hand, to wit: I was looking for a property and the aforementioned agent was late. Thirty minutes late to be precise. He had not been robbed at pistol point. He had not been run down by a carriage; no, he had gotten up late, an excuse that I refused to tolerate.

However he was there, as was I and I would have been guilty of wasting even more time had I dismissed him then and there as I wanted to. So we set off in search of the ideal property and my future home.

After first determining that the residence of the late Mr. Dorian Gray was not available to me, we set off in the afternoon to find the right place for me. The next place was nice enough on the outside, with a very pleasant garden, but the interior was... hideous, at least from my perspective and I demanded we leave at once.

The following home was fine with me, save for the price. It was far more than I intended to pay. Far more, for I was willing enough to stretch my budget, but this asking price was absurd. I released the gentleman showing me the available flats to keep another appointment on Saville row. I needed to acquire some clothing more suitable to my new standing in society.

I walked down the Row, stopping here to purchase a Victorian frock coat; and there to acquire several pair of fine trousers. Then only two doors down I managed to select a fine walking stick and a fashionable top hat. At the next shop I ordered seven shirts cut to my exact size and I tell you all of this came at affordable prices and with exceptional customer service. I completed my wardrobe by adding a cravat, pocket watch, and a pair of dress gloves to my purchases. After finishing my shopping I actually found myself whistling while walking down Saville. I could not have been more pleased with the knowledge and service found at each shop I went into. I vowed to go back more often, to revisit the shops I'd been to and to explore those I had not been to as yet.

I was beguiled by the neighborhood. It was in a choice section of London; Burlington Gardens to be exact. And on the next block, which was actually the first one on Saville Row, I saw a small for sale sign in a window on the first floor of a handsome dwelling. It was a mansion in and among the finest tailors in the entire world.

I could smell the very history of England in the air as I looked at the property. I considered the property a mansion. Though not lavish in any sense of the word, I thought it would prove exceedingly comfortable so far as I was concerned. Venturing into the Farnsworth Tailor shop next door, I inquired as to the owner and was told that a Mr. Gainsworthy was the owner and person to see if interested in acquiring the property. The gentleman was kind enough to provide Mr. Gainsworthy's address and I was pleased to see it was only two blocks south. After a short, but brisk walk in which I perfected the twirling of my walking stick, I came to the address I was seeking. Mr. Gainsworthy not only saw me, but offered tea, which I gladly accepted; and made me a price that I thought undervalued the property in question. But remembering that I had yet to set foot inside the house, I merely nodded, finished my tea and arranged to tour the home the following day.

I will omit needless details and sum up by saying I found the interior to be as resplendent as the exterior and made Mr. Gainsworthy an offer of 5000 pounds over what he was asking. I did this for two reasons. Firstly, I wanted the house and I wanted to possess it that day. Secondly, I was positive that he, an older gentleman, did not have the correct price set on the dwelling and not wanting to feel that I had taken advantage of the gentleman, gave him what I thought the property was worth. Needless to say, he accepted my offer and I took ownership of the property the following day after our attorney's finalized the paper work.

My choice of No. 7 Saville Row proved correct for I have remained here in comfort all these years save those few times that I was given to travel to the continent and beyond at the exhortations of my beloved wife, Aouda, of whom I'll have more to say later...

On October 17, 1857 I moved my meager possessions into Number 7, and spent the next three months furnishing the place. Annabelle Lee and her sister Katherine Ann were devastated by the news that I was leaving their mother's boarding house. But I cheered them up by having them accompany me and this with their mother's consent, mind you -- on my many forays seeking the right pieces of furniture to decorate the place. Mrs. Mooring's feelings on the matter were simply that it was an opportunity for her daughters to explore the various shops and learn how to procure furniture and accessories without costing her a sixpence. It also gave the sisters and me an excuse to spend much more time together.

Twas a fortnight before the Mooring sisters and I reconvened as it were, but twas a most interesting afternoon, P. T. Barnum might have tried to hire us for his great circus show if what we were doing were not considered indecent in the eyes of the Queen Mother herself and probably most of the British Empire as well.

Of course, I made sure that in my parting from the Mooring's boarding house that I left on good terms. I apologized for what I called a hasty departure and insisted that Mrs. Mooring take an additional month's rent as a good faith gesture on my part. I also invited her and her daughters to visit my new residence, and as Mrs. Mooring was a woman of some curiosity, she readily accepted my offer. They came by the following morning and I played the gracious host, having no furniture to speak of made it relatively easy as I merely procured four wine glasses and several bottles of a decent vintage.

Mrs. Mooring was quick to inform me that she would be delighted to lend her daughters to me to help guide me through what she termed "the maze" of shops that must be frequented in order to furnish a home as grand as mine. I did not tell her that I had engaged a person for that very purpose and that they were already acquiring furniture and accessories with which to adequately provide all the basic necessities for me.

Needless to say Mrs. Mooring sent her daughters over the following morning, dressed in their finest Sunday church clothes. The girls were highly aroused on arriving at my new residence; they were giddy, pinching each other and both managed to touch my prick on more than one occasion. I did not ask them if they had made a decision on the gamahuching suggested to them earlier. But I would soon learn they had taken to gamahuching one another like ducks to water.

First I plied them with a drink of rum. Annabelle Lee quickly finished it off and asked for another which I gladly provided. Katherine Ann was content to sip hers and as I recall, did not have another that day, but her sister had two more.

The girls were giddy with anticipation and so I suggested we play a game. "Let us play a new game."

"Is it the gamahuching you'll be asking of us? Annabelle Lee asked as she gulped down her second rum.

"No, darling, no gamahuching..." I paused, "Is that all right with you?"

"Yes," they replied together, obviously relieved.

"Let's get undressed then so we can start off," said I.

We undressed, taking our time and hanging our clothing carefully on hangers and chairs so that on returning home the girls would be neat and not mussed up, for Mrs. Mooring would be sure to inspect them looking for signs of my having tampered with their virtue.

We sat on hard wooden chairs in what would become my boudoir, but which for now contained an old, much used mattress upon which I intended to sleep provided it proved lice free. Lice or no, I could still fuck upon it and didn't bother to inform the girls of the possibility of lice being in the straw.

It was very evident that Katherine Ann was eager to have a fuck, for as soon as she viewed my erection which had sprung up and pointed at my belly-button, her nipples hardened into rock-like pebbles. Annabelle Lee must have felt hers swelling too, as she covered them up with her hands. I motioned for her to uncover them and saw that her nipples were indeed stiff, rust colored stems, nearly half an inch in length. I began to salivate just thinking of how they would taste in my mouth. These thoughts caused my prick to jerk and both girls giggled hysterically.

"Are you both comfortable?' I asked.

They nodded, each in turn.

"Very well then," I said, "This is how we shall play the first part of our game. If at any time you feel you don't want to proceed, please feel free to tell me and we'll call a halt and talk about it. Is that to your approval?"

Once again, both girls, apparently having lost their voices, nodded their agreement.

"Please close your eyes."

This they did, with Katherine Ann's fluttering open twice before remaining closed.

"Good, now please open your legs a bit, I mean just wiggle your rumps a little. I want to look upon your delightful cunt's; for it has been a long time and I miss seeing that most delightful part of your lovely anatomies."

They did as requested. "That's it Katherine Ann, perfect. Ah, yes, you've got it too Annabelle Lee. Very good ladies," I said and noted they seemed pleased to have followed my instructions. 'If they continued to be this pliable, ' I thought, 'then a good time will be had by all and very shortly too.'

"All right, then. The both of you are highly aroused. You've been thinking about having a good fuck for days on end and can't stand it a second longer, can you?"

Both sisters assured me they were looking forward to a splendid fuck.

"Now, Annabelle Lee, move your hands into that place between your parted thighs that is frantically calling for your attention. I can see that your cunt is crying out, pleading with you to touch it and stroke it as only you know how. Seek out the wetness there. I can smell the perfume of your own sweet aroma for it is already wafting up to me."

She was already ahead of me as I spoke. "Separate those trembling lips and slowly insert a finger." Annabelle Lee already had her middle finger at her entrance.

"Send it inside... yes, that's the girl," I said and marveled at the control I seemed to have over her.

I tried Katherine Ann next. "Katherine Ann," I said softly, "feel your lovely breasts."

Her hands immediately went to her chest and cupped them.

"Can you suck the nipples?" I asked, doubting that she could as they were not that great in size. But the younger sister surprised me with her dexterity. For although her breasts were not of a size normally allowing a woman to perform this act, Katherine Ann was quite able to do so without difficulty, for her neck was long and graceful and her tongue also proved agile and dexterous. She licked the right breast first and then lifting her left arm up to a height I could not believe possible, did the same to the left nipple, only this time she clamped her teeth around it and pulling her head back, stretched it out at least half an inch before releasing it and allowing it to snap back into its original shape.

I was stunned by her action, but managed to maintain my self control and spoke to her. "Very well done, my dear, I am impressed by your abilities. I wonder what other talent you possess."

"Thank you sir," said she and repeated the trick once again.

Turning my attention to Annabelle Lee, I said, "Does the finger feel anything like my stiff prick?"

"Mmmm, yes, Mr. Fogg, "It feels..." she paused and I looked on as her hips moved slightly on the hard, wooden chair. Small, circular movements, as if she were moving to the rhythm of her fingers slow plunging in and out.

Annabelle Lee resumed speaking. "... much the same as your delicious cock does. I would love a taste of it right now," she said wistfully.

"Annabelle Lee, can you see what your sister is doing?" Katherine Ann was sucking on her left nipple.

"Yes."

"Can you do the same?"

"I have tried. We played a game of can you do this, 'I can, ' I think it's called, and Katherine Ann can do it easily, but I fear I cannot, I'm sorry. Do you think the less of me for it?"

"No, not at all, we all have certain abilities, and we all have our shortcomings."

I continued, "I see that your hand is slick with the warm, wet juices that your finger has pumped from your hot, sweet cunt."

"Mmmm yes," She murmured, frigging the finger more rapidly as she spoke.

"Why not bring the thumb and forefinger of your hand up until you reach your burning little clitoris?"

"Like so, Mr. Fogg?" Annabelle Lee's finger was deftly rubbing over her fully exposed clitoris. Her breathing had become decidedly labored as her hips continued their small circular movements upon the chair.

I turned back to her sister, saying, "I will provide you more instructions in just a minute Katherine Ann. But for now why not squeeze those delightful nipples until it becomes too painful to continue?"

She was grimacing with pain before I turned away to address her sister.

"Annabelle Lee, you can't wait a second longer, your little love button must be so hard by this time that it actually hurts, doesn't it?"

"It does, it does," she whined. Please sir, give me some cock?"

Ignoring her bequest, I turned back to Katherine Ann. "Do they hurt badly now?"

Tears fell from her eyes, rolling slowly down her rosy cheeks. "Oh, yes sir, they are quite sore, may I stop?"

"Of course you may, my sweet. Please rub them so that the nasty pain is relieved and fades away." Katherine Ann gave me a wane smile and did as I had suggested.

"Annabelle Lee, please take that small button between your slick thumb and forefinger and squeeze it... hard!"

Annabelle Lee squealed suddenly, as if some stranger had, at that very instant latched onto the trembling bud of her clitoris and squeezed it. I gasped in surprise when I saw a small gush of pussy juice emerge spontaneously from in between the parted lips of Annabelle Lee's sex. In reality, of course, Annabelle Lee had only rubbed her clitoris, not seized it at all.

"Frig yourself Annabelle Lee." I suggested quietly. She did so, sending the finger of one hand burrowing into her slit while the thumb of the other hand strummed repeatedly over her exposed clitoris.

I glanced over at Katherine Ann and found her emulating her sister. She was masturbating exactly the same way as her older sister.

A moment later, Annabelle Lee was going absolutely wild. Her arse was writhing round and round over the juice slicked seat of the wooden chair. Both sisters were gasping frantically as they approached their respective orgasms. Then for the first time I realized they were staring at each other! So a great deal of their stimulus stemmed from feeding off the other's arousal. I was fascinated by this activity and began to masturbate myself.

Then Katherine Ann cried out, plaintively, as if she were experiencing some kind of intense pain -- pumping her hips into her hand so hard that she was in danger of falling from the chair.

Annabelle Lee emitted a long moan and I noted that she was pummeling her cunt with her fist. She had two fingers deep inside her cunt and had stirred her juices to the point that they had turned to frothy foam. However, she was maintaining her balance on the chair and appeared in no danger of falling.

Suddenly Katherine Ann tottered on the chair and half-fell, half-sat on the floor, softly murmuring, "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

"JESUS!" Annabelle Lee whimpered incredulously, breaking the ascending rhythm that both had been enjoying only a second before. "I CANNOT BELIEVE... !

Both sisters came at precisely the same time!

Annabelle Lee still frantically frigging her fingers between her legs was spewing a translucent fluid every which way as her fingers impeded its desired course, sending it onto her thighs and down to her arse as well as her feet and of course, the floor."

Katherine Ann seemed confused with the strength of the orgasm ravaging her young body. Her body twisting and writhing on the floor as she struggled to hold back the incredible orgasm that was crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Annabelle Lee's breath was slow in coming and when it did it was with harsh, shocking gasps as she brought her furious frigging to a halt. Katherine Ann's confusion seemed more pronounced than it had been only seconds ago.

I caught Annabelle Lee's eye and shrugged.

She nodded dumbly in reply and carefully got off the chair and went to her sister and dropped to her knees before Katherine Ann's widely parted thighs. I could see the pink gash of her wet, pulsating sex open inches from her sister's face.

"I love you!" Annabelle Lee sobbed and plunged her face between the parted thighs of a thoroughly confused Katherine Ann.

There was no resistance offered and Annabelle Lee quickly sent her tongue to lick the hard nub of Katherine Ann's tortured, trembling clit.

Katherine Ann exploded! One second her hands were moving as if to cover her eyes as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Then she gurgled breathlessly for a moment -- then shrieked, as Annabelle Lee plied her tongue over and around her sisters clitoris summoning up yet another crashing orgasm that completely overwhelmed the younger sister, Annabelle Lee had to grab her bottom cheeks with both hands to keep Katherine Ann from leaping to very ceiling, as orgasmic explosion after explosion erupted in the young girl's belly, blinding her with the glare of the finest orgasm of Katherine Ann's young life. She could not see. She could not hear. She could not think. All she could do was roll with waves of unendurable pleasure that were coursing again and again throughout her uncontrollably bucking young body until she swooned, knocking her head on the floor as she passed out.

"Well," said I to Annabelle Lee, "you've done it. You've gamahuched Katherine Ann. How was it?"

Annabelle Lee's emerald eyes were open now, but apparently unseeing as they darted wildly, a vacant, beseeching look in them. This was I assumed, the price she was paying for taking her pleasure from her sister.

"What?" She asked dumbly as her black curls whipped about her delicate shoulders while her head tossed mindlessly from side to side. She remained at her sister's side waiting for her to revive.

Katherine Ann came too a short time later. She sat slumped on the floor and the first thing she saw as her consciousness returned was Annabelle Lee. But I was ready too, and handed her a glass of water, which she greedily consumed, thanking me on finishing it.

"I thought you both did extremely well."

Katherine Ann blinked, confusedly, at me, looking for some type verification that what she had dreamt was a dream and had not actually happened.

"Especially you, Katherine Ann," said I.

Twas a little later that Katherine Ann shared her thoughts of that particular moment. She blushed before me as she recalled that final image before she had swooned. "I couldn't believe me own sister would do it. Plunging her face into me cunt like that. Even now, right this second, I could swear I can still feel her tongue nudging against me clitoris, drawing out thrill after thrill."

She wiped her hand across her face as if to erase the image

But I digress, Katherine Ann seemed stunned by what had just transpired, and asked us, "I... umm, what did I... ?"

"You had a sensational climax," I offered. "It seemed you couldn't stop coming. Then you swooned from the almighty force of it all. It being more than a young girl such as you could stand." I told the truth, but left a few things out. I thought to let the sisters sort things out at their leisure.

"Yes, I did, didn't I? But what... was I dreaming or..." she looked at her sister.

Annabelle Lee looked down at her feet, unable to meet her sister's eyes.

Memories of herself, climaxing hotly from a seductive tune played by her sister's lascivious mouth upon her sex, swept through Katherine Ann's mind. Katherine Ann glanced toward her sister, who quickly looked away.

"Is it true then?" She asked.

It was obvious either of us could provide her the answer. I gave Annabelle Lee a stern look and shedding the first of many tears she made her reply to Katherine Ann.

"'Tis true. I was so overcome with your beauty as you entered the rapture that... oh, Katherine Ann, you must believe me, I could not help myself. Your beauty, sister mine, a beauty that I'd never really seen before that moment, captivated me and it seemed I had no choice but to worship at your cunt."

Katherine Ann husked her sister's last few words. "You... had no choice but to worship at my cunt?"

Annabelle Lee, still crying, nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, ' tis true."

"You had not planned to do this, this thing as Mr. Fogg suggested earlier?"

"I don't know. I did not think of it. All I know is that suddenly I was unable to resist your charms and wanted nothing more than to kiss you there and help you reach the pinnacle of ardor. I promise you Katherine Ann, I will die before I ever do it again."

"I don't want you making a promise you don't intend to keep."

"But I swear on my soul I mean to keep this promise to you." The tears were streaming down Annabelle Lee's face and of her sincerity at this point there was no doubt.

Katherine Ann took a deep breath and said, "I will not hold you to that promise, Annabelle Lee. Nay, I cannot hold you to it. For I want to feel your divine mouth and soothing tongue upon my person again and again. And I shall do the same to you for as long and often as you might want me too."