The House Party

The House Party

© Bad Hobbit 2012-2024

Part 2. Something Different

Anrep sat up, pulled a part of the towel from under him and began wiping at the fluids that seemed to be coating his loins. Fleming retrieved a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his robe, offered one to Anrep and took one himself, lit them and then stretched out on the bed, leaving a suitable distance between himself and the big man.

Anrep blew a stream of smoke towards the ceiling. "She is an amazing woman," he intoned.

"I've never met anyone like her. She's such an enigma. A perfect lady around the house...."

"And a perfect whore in the bedroom. Yes, the ideal woman indeed. Gilbert is a lucky man."

"Do you think so? He knows about both of us, you know, but he doesn't seem to be jealous. I'd be furious if I knew my wife was sleeping with other men - especially under my own roof."

"Then it's a good thing you're not married. And of course Gilbert knows. He's known about me for years, and they've had separate rooms since the boys were quite small. Maud is discreet, but most of the visitors know what goes on here, and surprisingly, Gilbert seems happy to let it. When did you start fucking Maud?" Anrep asked, nonchalantly. Fleming was still a little shocked at the Russian's casual use of such crude words, even in this context.

"If I recall, Maud and I first made love when she and Gilbert were in London," he said, a little stiffly. "I guess it was about six years ago, 1932 I believe. Before my last trip to Germany."

"I've been fucking her since twenty-six. Twelve years, and she still fascinates me. She's like no other woman I've ever met. She can be aloof, sensual, provocative, haughty, shy, domineering, submissive and unbelievably earthy for a woman in her society. She is always different, and the wonderful thing is that she just loves sex. Some women are terrified of my cock. Maud adores it - she can't get enough of it, and she climaxes almost every time I fuck her."

Fleming thought ruefully that hadn't always happened for him, but he agreed with Anrep that Maud was the most fascinating of bedfellows. "Yes, and she seems to get even better as she gets older. 'Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety'. I just wonder how many others have had the pleasure of her body over the years."

"Well, she has always moved in artistic circles. Singer Sargent, Augustus John, Nicholson, Matisse, Picasso, the Bloomsbury group. I'd be surprised if she wasn't fucked by Clive Bell. I certainly fucked his wife, Vanessa - but then everyone did back then." He chuckled at his own remark. "There's a rumour that Matisse's Odalisque was Maud, so she may have posed nude for him, though Matisse was getting a little old to fuck younger women by then. Whistler hangs on her every word, but I don't think she's invited him between her legs yet."

"What about Hill? Is she his type?"

"I'm not sure. He seems to be at Mottisfont a lot, and Maud dotes on him, but he's young enough to be her son. I may be wrong, but I think young Derek likes to receive as well as give, if you understand me. Perhaps he is also Gilbert's favourite?"

"I'd guessed as much. You know, Anrep, this is quite an amazing household all round."

"Look, my name is Boris. I've lived in England since the Bolsheviks took over my country - over twenty years - but I still can't understand why you British still call most of your closest friends and acquaintances by their surnames. You and I have met here on several occasions, and now we have just simultaneously fucked the same, fascinating woman, but you still want to call me 'Anrep'. I will call you Ian if you don't mind."

"Of course, old chap. As you say, just an old British habit that doesn't want to die. But as I say, it's a strange household."

"You should have seen the Bloomsbury Group in its prime. I once walked in on Lytton Strachey buggering Duncan Grant while he was in turn fucking Vanessa Bell. Meanwhile, down the hall, you could surmise that Virginia Wolff, Vita Sackville-West and maybe Dora Carrington were involved in some tripartite lesbian activity. Now that was a

very

strange household."

"It seems you artistic types are more open to that sort of thing. It's not something I've had a great deal of experience in, apart from here. Now when I was in Germany..."

Fleming's words were cut short as Maud re-emerged from the bathroom. This time she was naked but for a small towel draped around her neck and, Fleming thought, she looked radiant. True, her body was less trim than it had been when they had first become lovers, but the changes were subtle - a slight sag of a breast, a little more fleshiness across the hips. As far as Fleming was concerned, nothing that would undermine his fascination with this woman. She put a small jar by the bedside, dropped the towel onto the bed, climbed over Fleming and settled herself between him and Anrep.

"Gentlemen, that was very enjoyable, but I need to be made ready for the second round of our pleasures this evening and I've gone a little off the boil. Would you be so kind as to get me bubbling nicely again?"

The two men immediately set about Maud's request, kissing and caressing all the places they knew she loved. Fleming stroked her hair, kissed her eyelids and her earlobes, licked and nibbled her neck and shoulders. All the while, he stroked her arms, teasing the inside of her elbow with his nails.

Anrep, meanwhile, ran his hands over her stomach and abdomen, stroking her hips and down her thighs. He licked her inner arm, then moved to outline her breast with his tongue.

Fleming noticed Maud was responding, her breathing quickening, her eyes closed, her head moving languidly from side to side. As Anrep moved to suckle a nipple, Fleming's hand stroked slowly up her thigh and gently cupped her furry mound. The soft moan that escaped her lips encouraged him to slide his finger deeper.

Slowly, carefully, he and Anrep raised Maud's level of excitement. An exploratory finger told Fleming that she was wet again, aroused to a level where she would soon be ready to receive either Anrep or himself. He stroked more insistently along her slit, and her passionate cry told him he could easily take her from here to climax with his fingers, either before, after or during intercourse.

"Wait! Wait!" Maud suddenly moaned, and both men slowed their caresses. "Need to - need to do something - special!"

The men looked at her, then at each other.

"Boris, please take over from Ian in - ooh - in stroking my quim. Ian, there's a jar on the bedside. Could you please get it for me, there's a dear?"

Ian reached out for what turned out to be a small glass jar of Vaseline.

"Why do we need this, my sweet? You're wet enough already."

"Not - not for what I have in mind. Ian, darling, would you be so kind as to take rather a large scoop of Vaseline on your fingers and work it into my back passage?"

"I beg your pardon, Maud?" Fleming was more than a little surprised.

"Just do as I say, Ian. All will be revealed shortly. Oh, and bring the jar over here, please."

Ian picked up the Vaseline and returned to his place on the bed. He scooped out a substantial amount of the thick jelly onto his fingers. As he was about to apply it, Maud rolled over, and Anrep slid his hand under her body as she bent her knees and lifted her nicely rounded rump. Resting her upper body on the bed, she placed her hands on her buttocks and pulled them apart.

"One finger to start with, please, Ian. Then when I'm ready, try two."

Fleming inserted the first digit, finding that Maud had seemingly already applied some of the jelly, as the inner surfaces of her sphincter were slippery to the touch. She winced but insisted he continue. Soon he was gently inserting and removing one finger - something that Maud seemed to enjoy.

"That's nice Ian. Try to swirl it around a little more. I hope you're not finding it too repulsive. I cleaned up in there before I left the bathroom, so it should be reasonably hygienic."

Fleming soon discovered that Maud liked it most when he traced the inner surface of her tight ring with his finger. "Ooh, that feels strangely pleasant. Could you please try another finger now, my dear?"

Fleming inserted the second digit, and then, after a minute or so, a third. At her insistence, he commenced an in-and-out motion with all three fingers, and she gasped and winced. "Gently - gently, please. Slower. Let me - let me adjust. Oh, and Boris darling, try slipping a finger in my cunt, if you wouldn't mind."

It was strange for Fleming, now sliding three fingers almost to their complete length inside his lover's anus, and feeling another man's finger through the thin membrane that separated her rectum from her vagina. The noises that Maud was making indicated that she wasn't in pain but, from her little gasps and moans, she was trying to adjust to the new sensations.

"Ian - Ian darling. I'd - I'd like you to do - something for me in a - in a moment." Maud's breathing was becoming more ragged. "Could you please - please smear some more - Vaseline on your - ooh - on your nice - nice cock, and then - and then take your - your fingers - out and slide that - that cock into me?"

"You want me to - to bugger you, Maud?"

"If you'd - if you'd be so kind, Ian. Let's just - just say that I'd like - like to see if - if a rich man like you can - can go through the - the eye of a needle!" She giggled girlishly.

Fleming had followed 'the Greek way' only twice in his life - both times with whores, one in Munich and the other in Bermondsey. Whilst it retained a certain frisson, largely because of its forbidden and perverted connotations, it was not something he either regularly sought out or expected to be invited to do by a lady of Maud's station. However, she was insistent, and he wondered how she had got this idea into her head. He looked at Anrep, who gave a typical shrug. The Russian was using both hands on Maud's wet quim - one outside, the other probing inside - and was clearly in no position to help Fleming out.

So with his spare hand, Fleming spread the slippery jelly over his penis and moved into position behind Maud, who had now reached out and pulled two pillows underneath her, spreading her legs wider. Anrep moved his hands to ensure that Fleming had full access to Maud's rear.

"Be quick - Ian. Don't want - don't want to close up - before you're - before you're inside me."

Fleming judged that his penis was slightly larger than the thickness of his three fingers, so with his last few strokes, he tried to spread those fingers wider. Maud's moans were a little louder, a little more insistent, but he persisted for a few moments before extracting the digits, slick with the jelly, and attempting to position his penis at the entrance to Maud's rectum. It all felt somewhat bizarre and perverse, but at the same time, very exciting. Certainly, Fleming's cock was hard, erect and throbbing as he lined it up with the hole he had just distended and gently leaned his weight against it.

The first attempt was a fiasco. Everything was so slippery, and the hole still so tight, that his penis immediately slipped out and along the crack of her nicely-rounded rump. A second attempt fared no better.

"Oh for God's sake, Ian, stick it in!" Maud growled.

Fleming lined up the head again, holding it tightly against the slick hole with one hand, and cupped the other around Maud's rather prominent hip bone, indicating to her that he also needed her to push back against him. At first, there was no movement, then slowly, almost excruciatingly, Maud's sphincter began to open and admit Fleming's penis.

As Fleming gradually gained admittance to her anus, Maud was making little noises in her throat. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah..." punctuated by little gasps and the occasional "Oh God!" The tightness was almost painful for Fleming, and it was a relief when the head of his penis finally popped through her sphincter into the wider tube beyond.

Maud let out a loud "Oh!" with a tone of relief. "Just - just stop - for a moment - Ian, darling - please." She was breathing heavily. "Boris - sweetie - keep - keep stroking - my quim. Oooh yes!"

Anrep and Fleming exchanged eye contact, indicating that they both thought Maud's behaviour somewhat bizarre. Fleming could feel the tight grip of her sphincter on his shaft, but the sensitive head was now nestling in a part of her rectum that was less tight, so it was no longer under the same excruciating pressure as before. He could feel Anrep's thick finger sliding in and out of Maud's wet cunt. He found it mildly disturbing to have a man's hand stimulate his penis, even though it was through Maud's wet membranes.

After a few moments, Maud noticeably relaxed, as Anrep's fingers provided the pleasant stimulation that she appeared to need to offset the strange sensations from her stretched anus.

"Ian, darling. Could you just push a little deeper? Like - OH! - oh yes - I think - OH! Slow! Slow!"

Fleming eased in, even slower than before, until Maud gasped "Stop! Wait! Oh! Pull - pull back a little."

He eased back as she had asked until he was tugging gently on the tight ring through which he'd recently struggled.

Maud gasped. "Oh! Oh yes! Like that! AH! Not so far, don't try to pull out!" The words tumbled from her mouth. "Oh - that feels - strange but - but good. Try - try pushing a little deeper - then - then back to where - to where you are now. Oh yes, Boris. God that feels good in my quim. Oh yes!"

So Fleming began a slow rocking motion, sliding a little deeper, easing back and pulling gently, then moving deeper still. The vice-like grip on his shaft lessened as Maud's sphincter grew accustomed to the invader and she - and it - relaxed. Fleming began to find a slow rhythm, gradually edging deeper, then pulling back on the ring at the end of each back-stroke. To his surprise, Maud started to move with him, meeting his thrusts, twisting and wriggling a little as he hit the spots that stimulated her most.

Finally, he reached a point when all of his penis was inside her. Slowly, he began to increase the pace, now using his full length on each stroke. Maud's moans were incoherent - mostly one long, drawn-out "Aaaah!" - but she clearly approved of this novel invasion of her body.

After a minute or two, the pace had quickened, driven by Maud's own movements. Fleming held still for a moment and let Maud impale her anus on him, felt her move her hips in a circular motion to stimulate some new pleasure sensors she had now discovered.

"God this feels - so perverse, so - so filthy. I feel like - like some high-class whore. Is that - is that what I am?"

"You're not being paid for it, Maud, so I don't think so," Fleming said.

"You're a whore, Maud. A whore with a cock up your jacksie," Anrep growled, obviously understanding Maud's motivations better than Fleming. "A whore getting sodomised, fucked in the arse. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Oh God, Boris, I am, aren't I? A filthy little - oh God! - a filthy whore who likes - who likes a - a cock - in - in her - her arse. Oh GOD! Stop! Please stop!"

Both men paused.

"If I - if I go on much longer, I'm - I'm going to - to climax."

"Then do so, Maud," Fleming suggested. "Enjoy it."

"N-no, Ian. Want to - want to try - something, something more. Let me - let me catch my breath."

The two men paused, somewhat bemused. Fleming mouthed 'More?' with a puzzled expression on his face. Anrep shrugged again. Maud was holding still for a moment, before rising slightly onto her arms and kissing Anrep.

"Now Ian. Slide right in, slowly - OH! SLOWLY! Good. God that feels so full in my - my arse. Can you - can you try to stand up a little more - on the bed? Slowly. Slow - OH GOD! Oh my, it feels - strange. You're so - so deep, and I'm not used to the - AH! - the sensations all the way - all the way up there."

Fleming had changed his angle and was balanced precariously with his feet on the bed, his knees bent, deeply impaled in Maud, who had risen up, still crouched forward, beneath him.

"Now Boris, dear, I need you to - OH! - to take your fingers away and - and slide underneath me. Yes. Now wait a moment. Hold me still, Ian. I need to lift my leg to straddle Boris. OH! Hard - hard to do with - with your cock up my arse! EEK!" She giggled like a schoolgirl, managing to widen her stance to allow Anrep to slide his legs between hers and then between Fleming's.

"Right. Now I may not be able to do this, but - Oh! Oh! - but I want to - to try. Boris - please, please hold your cock - upright for me. Just - just like - oh yes! - just like that. Keep it - keep it th... - AAAAH! - there. I'm going to - to try - to - Oh my God you feel - so BIG!"

Fleming realised with some surprise that Maud was slowly squatting down, actually trying to lower herself onto Anrep's large cock while, all the while, he remained inserted deeply in her anus. At first, he felt her tighten, and the angle of his penetration changed as she lowered her hips. He tried to move with her, carefully bending his legs so he could follow her down. Then there was the unmistakable sensation of Anrep's penis slowly filling Maud's vagina, pressing against his own penis through the thin layer of Maud's flesh. It felt like his cock was being crushed again.

Maud threw her head back and let out a gasp, followed by a disbelieving "Oh my GOD!" Fleming guessed that, now committed, it would be hard for her to stop her descent onto this massive instrument of her impalement. With difficulty, he continued to follow her descent. His back and thighs were beginning to ache as he tried to hold steady to avoid any sudden movements. The grip on his penis was almost excruciating.

Maud's head thrashed from side to side, her voice was little more than a series of hoarse gasps, and he could feel her trembling with the new sensations. He was unsure whether she was in pain or intense rapture, and it was only when she had finally descended the entire length of Anrep's penis, and Fleming had once again been able to settle onto his knees (making Maud yelp as his angle changed inside her), that any of them were able to speak.

It was Anrep who broke the silence. "Your cunt's a lot tighter with a cock up your arse, Maud. You should try it more often."

Maud gave a little, almost hysterical laugh. "Boris - Ian - I - I don't - I don't believe - what - what I've done. I'm - pen -AH! - penetrated by - by both of you. Oh Lord! I'm - I'm so - so

full

!"

Anrep reached up and stroked her breasts. Fleming took his cue and reached around to stimulate her clitoris, making her cry out and throw her head back. Fleming fastened his mouth onto her neck and teased her as he knew she loved.

"How - how do - how do we do this? I'm not sure - who should move. I'm so near - near climax."

"Ian, stay still. We should move Maud." The Russian placed his hands on her hips and slowly lifted her. Fleming, kneeling low on the mattress, felt Maud's tight anal passage sliding up his cock. The friction was intense, and once again pleasurable after the earlier pressure. He tried hard to maintain his gentle rubbing action on Maud's open quim. She just let out a low moan.

"St - stop! Please!" Maud gasped, as Fleming felt her sphincter once more being pulled against the head of his penis. "No more. Down again - please!"

And so Boris slowly lowered her back onto his hips, and then, having judged the distance and angles concerned, repeated the movement. His strong arms had no difficulty in helping her rise and fall on her two instruments of pleasure, and Fleming felt her take up the rhythm herself on the third stroke. Soon, the pace increased, and she began to twist her hips as she had before, exploring every sensation as two cocks made contact with so many pleasure areas inside her.