Chapter 37: "No! No!"

Some girls stood out, however. One was Tammy, whose cheesy name had led me to assume she was American, but who turned out to be English: from Billericay, of all places. She was a state-school girl who had got swept up in one of Oxbridge's occasional (and unconvincing) efforts to demonstrate that it is not the preserve of the middle and upper classes but will take people from Essex council estates too. The girl had character, I must say; her overwhelming craving for me vied with an equally powerful need to know what on earth was going on, and for a few moments the latter even got its nose in front. When I kissed her she responded with passion then seemed to force herself to pull away.

"What's the matter?" I demanded impatiently. I had a schedule to keep, after all.

She gulped in several deep breaths as she struggled to contain her obvious desire to throw herself back into my arms. "Oh, James, I feel so — James, I want you so much — but —" she stammered before blurting out, "What the fuck is going on?"

"Don't worry about it," I hazarded. It was worth a try, but she was not to be so easily fobbed off.

"But I'm so confused," she wailed. "I've never felt this way before, not about anyone. And Emma and Sara, downstairs, I could see in their eyes that they're the same. And the other girls I've seen here, the redhead that showed me up here, and the girl that gave me a lift from the station — you must know the one I mean, she drives like a lunatic —; they're beautiful and they're yours, too, aren't they?"

I admitted it.

"And I saw some others, a couple of black girls, Elspeth from Uni — all yours, too?"

Again I admitted it and she gasped. "But how many —? I mean, how do you —? All of us..." she trailed off helplessly.

"I just seem to have this effect on beautiful women," I told her modestly. "And you are lovely, Tammy," I went on, taking her in my arms. She was, too; she had big brown eyes in a bright (but currently troubled) freckly face; her auburn hair was cut quite short, not something I usually like but it suited her. Above average height with particularly good legs, she was generally trimmer than I prefer (but that, I thought, will soon be taken care of) and, crucially, she had a very nice pair of tits.

She flinched as if thinking of again pulling back but her urge to be close was too strong to resist and she put her arms around me. She had not finished arguing, though. Even as I ran my hands over her body and she writhed with pleasure and desire, she leant her head against my chest and whispered, "But ... but ... James, I want you, I need you, but ... but ... you're just inviting me to join your harem, aren't you? That's all it is; your own private harem."

I remembered the note she had written me at the garden party. "Tammy, Tammy," I murmured, "I thought you wanted to give me every hole you've got, and then some."

She hugged me even tighter. "Oh, James! You remembered. Yes, yes, that's just what I want. Ever since I first saw you I haven't been able to think about anything else. I've had this feeling, all the time ... I don't know how to describe it, it's just an endless aching lust. It's like my insides are tearing themselves apart. But," she went on, finding from somewhere the resolve to pull away again, "I — I'm frightened, James. I don't understand what's happening."

With a little forcefulness I could, I knew, have taken her with only token resistance, but I did not want her that way. "Tammy, I'm not going to hurt you," I said soothingly.

"Look," she said, abruptly getting a grip of herself, "I'm no innocent. I fuck around a lot, I know I do. And why shouldn't I? I like it. And more holes is a big fantasy of mine. I mean, there just aren't enough, are there?"

I was taken aback by her sudden crude frankness. "Well," I thought to myself, "you can take the girl out of Essex, but you can't take Essex out of the girl."

"I've been around," she continued. "But I've never heard of anything like this. That's what scares me. You've done something to me, I don't know what, and I don't know how to escape."

"Would you?" I asked. "Escape, I mean. If you could?"

She looked at me with helpless longing but did not reply. I held her tight again, and this time she succumbed totally to my embrace.

"Listen to me, Tammy," I murmured. "That feeling you've had, that yearning need, can you feel it now?"

There was a long pause before her softly whispered "Yes".

"Can you resist it?"

"No." Even softer.

"Do you want to resist it?"

There was a long pause. She knew, or at least some part of her knew, that she was delivering herself up to something that would change her for ever, something unknown and terrifying; but she knew too that she was helpless before it, her destiny no longer hers to command, her fate sealed.

"No," she finally said again. This was so quiet it was almost inaudible, hardly more than a breath of final surrender.

"Then come," I told her gently.

She seemed limp and helpless as I eased her out of her clothes, but she made no attempt to stop me. She lay on the bed and I moved her legs apart to enter her. And I fucked her. Her hesitation and the delay it caused only intensified my desire. Perhaps the effect on her was the same, because as soon as I penetrated her she bucked and writhed like a desperate animal. And of all the girls I had had in the past few weeks, and maybe because of the sexual experience she had boasted of, she was the first to retain sufficient self-possession during sex actually to try to make demands of me: "Oh, fuck!" she cried when I changed angle slightly, "do that again!" So I did, with more vigour, and sent her into the first of what must have been at least six thunderous orgasms before I finally exploded within her and sent her over the brink into oblivion.

Late in the afternoon Wendy came to tell me that Gina had arrived with no fewer than ten other girls, squeezed illegally into a people carrier that was supposed to have a capacity of seven including driver. I hurried to the window where I could see them all, laughing and arguing as they disentangled themselves from the car and each other. It struck me that the girls were either very black, like Gina herself and Sable, or very white like Olga and three — no, four — other girls of probably East European origin. I recognised Gina and the six other girls she had introduced me to over the last week or so, but four were new and I asked Wendy to bring these up right away with Gina.

I was naked on the bed when they arrived. "Right girls," Gina announced; "this is Jim, the guy I told you about."

This would not, I knew, be one of the world's toughest seductions, since they were all professional girls under the impression I was stinking rich, but I was looking forward to it nevertheless because I had never dared attempt four girls at once. I hoped my pheromone generation was up to the task.

I need not have worried about that. The problem turned out to be different.

Watched by Gina, and also by Wendy, Fran and Connie who had turned up to enjoy the show, the four girls advanced on me, two black and two white (Gina was nothing if not an equal-opportunities procuress). The blazing lust in their eyes was still financially motivated at this stage, but as they stripped off and clambered over me and kissed and caressed me, their manner subtly changed. Their breathing became deeper and slower, their eyes began to focus on me exclusively, their kisses became longer and more passionate. Which girl was which I neither knew nor cared, as black lips and white jostled for my mouth, while hands, lips, and tongues explored my entire body.

The black girl with the big tits was squeezing them against my face and a stunningly gorgeous East European girl was forcing her tongue down my throat so when the first cunt slid over my giant cock I could not tell whose it was or even which colour. But I thrust away anyway. The moans of pleasure had a guttural African flavour to them, telling me it was the tall, lithe black girl with the enormous thighs and beautifully rounded ass cheeks. The intensity of the experience meant that I could not hold myself back for long; but I was able to make sure that when I came inside this first cunt I kept plenty in reserve.