Chapter 13
For a whole week, Gilda hadn't been able to stop Gene from talking. He kept raving on and on about how wonderful Tammy had been to him, how gentle she was, how she didn't pressure him to do, anything fancy, and how good she had been. He also incessantly asked her about Ron, what was he like, how good was he, what did he look like, how was it different from the others, did she like it, and what did she think about while she was balling him?
These questions were important to Gene and Gilda knew it so she wouldn't shut him up for anything in the world. It was everything that she had been working for. They laughed more than they ever had before, they shared secrets with each other, they shared their deepest fears and hopes and dreams. In the three years they had lived in the same house and supposedly shared the. same bed. they had never known much about each other, they had never talked to each other. Gilda had tried but soon had to give it up because Gene thought that talking was telling her only the most important things to him. He thought that Gilda knew him better than anyone else did in the world, including his parents. Now he was finding out just how much she didn't know or even suspect was inside of him.
Many a night that week they lay in bed and cuddled and giggled and talked to each other. It was beautiful and new so they both were afraid that something might come along and spoil it. The trials were one of the many things that they feared could put a damper on the progress that they were making. So as soon as Gilda came out of the courtroom, she would call Gene and tell him everything that went on. If he was in a meeting, then he would stop and come to the phone and no matter how long it took he would stay and listen. Everything else could wait-business suddenly was no longer the most important thing in Gene's life, Gilda was. Whatever concerned her, concerned him.
It was not until Saturday morning that they got another invitation to another couple's house. Since they had made no plans for that night, and they both were pretty anxious to see how the next one was going to be, they accepted the invitation. They were requested to dress in simple old fashion style. Gilda, having made quite a study of fashions at one point in her life, asked what period they liked best. They were told to come in the mode of Europeans of the mid-twelfth century.
Gene was very puzzled by the request. "I thought that these people were all very contemporary minded. This seems to be going backwards to an age where sex was even more repressed than it is now."
"Actually, that's not very accurate," Gilda told him, "we are always led to believe that that was the age of chastity belts and great religious crusades and all that. But we aren't told that sex was considered a natural part of life, just as natural as birth or death. That maybe the royalty wore chastity belts because of lineage problems- so while the husband was away, and probably siring four or five bastards, he didn't want to have to wonder which of his children by his legal wife was heir to his title, fortune, and position.
"But as far as fucking was concerned, there was plenty going on and not just with the peasant girls and lower classes. It went on among the feudal lords also."
"Well," Gene sighed. "How did the men of those days dress and where on earth are we going to find outfits, at this late date, to fit us?"
"It's really very easy," Gilda laughed. "It wasn't until much later that the outfits got terribly complicated, and obviously, you are not to wear a full suit of armour. So, all we have to do is find you some slippers, tights, and a tunic top which, if I have to, I can make very easily. As for myself, I know just the thing I'm going to wear."
As Gilda had promised the costumes were very simple to get together. She even managed to make them look and feel like they belonged to royalty. Gene was feeling a bit odd in the beginning, but after awhile they both were chatting and feeling very adventurous. Gilda said that she felt sure that these people would be just as great as the Snell's had been, the woman sounded very nice on the phone. She had said that her name and her husband's name would be different for the night and that they might meet somewhere else and have to be introduced to each other all over again, but other than that they sounded very open and friendly.
Gene didn't care whether they called themselves Emperor and Empress of France, as long as they were fun and good people. He even liked the idea of pretending to be someone else for awhile. Gilda had told him that he looked like Thomas Beckett before he became the Archbishop of Canterbury.
They found the house with no trouble and quickly got out of the car, rang the doorbell, and were ushered inside by a butler. It was a rather grand house, it outdid any that they had ever lived in, and they felt that they were not unused to the feeling of luxury and money. But these people, who had not shown themselves yet, seemed to be fairly rolling in it.
Suddenly tiny trumpets sounded and in walked the most gorgeous and unusual couple that Gilda and Gene had ever seen. They certainly weren't just down-home folk that one could sit around in old clothes and relax with over a glass of beer. This was, under normal circumstances, way out of their league.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Chambers, welcome to Salsbury Hall," their gracious hostess said.
"Do have a seat and tell Joseph what you would like to drink," their host told them.
"We are known as Sir Robert Anthony and Lady Margaret Anthony," Lady Margaret spoke again, "we are not the usual type of people that you will find in the club and we can only hope that our evening will be as pleasurable as ours will be, for we always enjoy ourselves when we indulge in this activity. We have planned a little buffet for when we have tired ourselves or need sustenance to continue."
"We joined many of these groups," Sir Anthony took over from his wife, "but we have not found any others that were more to our liking than this one. As my wife mentioned, we are not your average member, therefore we do hope that you will like being with us and enjoy yourselves while you are with us."
"I'm sure that we will," Gilda replied in true aristocratic tradition.
All that Gilda could think about, though, was that Gene must be suffering a great deal. She had not had the nerve to look over in his direction for fear that she would find him white faced and panicked by the scene in front of him. These were people that he had been in awe of all his life and now he found himself invited to one of their homes to fuck one of their wives, she was afraid that it might be just a little too much for him to handle. Not to mention the way the wife looked and how she came on.
She had none of the warmth and goodness or givingness that Tammy Snell had had. She was regal and proud and she would expect her men to perform accordingly, at least that was the way that Gilda read her and she couldn't be that far off. She finally managed to sneak a glance in Gene's direction and saw, much to her relief, only a slightly awed Gene, but not a Gene that would be afraid to do anything, one who was willing to experiment with this one, too.
As for herself, she was fascinated by the tall angular man before her. It was highly possible that he was some king of old and that he felt very lost without his kingdom He certainly carried himself that way ... who knew ... maybe they were royalty in that day and age and they were trying to recreate those times.
Suddenly Gilda was aware of Sir Anthony beckoning to her to follow him. She looked around for Gene and Lady Margaret and they had already left. She briefly wondered what had happened, whether she had passed out, what had happened to the passed time, then she didn't worry any longer because she felt an urgency that she had never experienced before, she knew that she had to go with it, follow it.
Gene felt his knees shaking all the way to the bedroom. He couldn't believe that this woman hadn't taken one look at him and declared that she would have nothing to do with peasants. He certainly felt like a peasant. He caught Gilda's glance out of the corner of her eye and he knew that she was worried about him, that made him feel a little better. It was sort of like someone had told him that it was a situation that would have made anyone nervous and not to worry about it.
The bedroom was only lit by candlelight and he could barely make out some kind of tapestry on the walls. It was then that he realized that the rest of the house was done up in the same manner and that it was all lit by candlelight He saw that the bed was huge and canopied and covered in rich looking velvets and silks. He also saw that the house was all stone, walls, ceiling, floors, and the doors were made from huge oak planks.
He wondered why it had taken him so long to become aware of all of that, but then figured that it was due to the strangeness, and his worry so he must be getting more relaxed. Then he was aware that he was standing in the middle of the floor just staring. He felt slightly like a food when he saw her long white hand slowly beckon him to come to her.
"My lord, do come to my bed, for I wish to share my body with yours and please thee," she murmured in the most beautiful musical tones.
Gene walked as if in a dream to her side. He heard strange sounds emerging from within the walls, it sounded like what he imagined the music of the twelfth century to sound like. He felt an unbelievable lust rise up inside of him and nearly choke him with its intensity. He looked down at the woman who was stretched out, so willing to give herself to him, so happy to please him in every little way. He saw that her skirt was raised slightly above her cunt. He saw that she wore no panties and that she was a creamy white color all the way down her body.
"I have waited many long nights for you to come to me, my lord, at last we can be together and share our love and desire for each other. Come, my lord, for no one can see us, no one suspects that we love each other, have my fear, the guards at the door will see that no one enters my chambers, and the musicians will play a tune to warn us if anyone is coming, come, lie with me."
Gene was convinced that he was dreaming all of what she said. None of it made any sense except the part about the musicians playing and her wanting him to fuck her other than that, Gene was lost-but he was willing to go along with the game if that was what she wanted.
He quickly shed his clothes and crawled up onto the high bed. The silk and velvet coverings felt good against his trembling body. Again he felt the incredible urge to ravish the frail woman beside him only this time he acted upon it. He grabbed her face and crushed his lips to hers. He heard her moans and felt her body twist and turn beneath his. He felt that he had the strength of ten men and no matter how much she struggled she could never resist or turn away his desires.
He ripped at her dress and finally tore it from her body revealing, in the flickering candlelight, the perfect smoothness and creaminess of her breasts. Revealing to his burning eyes, the flawlessness of her body, the flatness of her stomach, the beauty of her cunt, the gentle curves of her thighs and calves. She was definitely a woman of royalty and breeding, of dignity, of nobility. And best of all she was his, no matter who possessed her, she was his and he knew it.
His hands caressed her breasts and he felt her nipples stiffen beneath his palms, felt her body arch as he touched it, felt her breath quicken as he teased her. Her moans became louder and louder and soon he felt her hand reach for his cock. It jumped to life the minute she touched it. He felt like it had never been alive before in his life, that he had never known anything as exciting and lovely as this woman.
His cock burned with a fiery passion that only her cunt could really quench, but they both were into letting the intensity build. They both wanted to torture themselves to the point of madness. They both wanted it to last forever.
They ravished each other with kisses. Their tongues fighting one another for the privilege of being in the other's mouth. Their hands fighting each other for the privilege of touching each other first and the most. They clawed and bit, they screamed and cried, they struggled violently with each other. They rolled around and. around on the bed so much that they almost fell off to the stone floor.
The juices from their bodies were flowing profusely and spreading all over themselves and each other. Lady "Margaret's hair was all tangled and spread out on the bed, whisps of it would fall over one eye, or down a breast, or get caught in Gene's mouth. They were sweating and desperate. Gene was all over her, he was biting her nipples one second and her clitoris the next. He was feeling her hand play with his balls and then her finger plunge into his asshole.
He felt her tongue circle around the tip of his cock and suck on it, he felt her tongue slide up and down the hard shaft, while totally wrapped around it, he felt her suck his balls up into her mouth along with his cock and then play with both of them at the same time. He felt her long nails dig into his back and leave bloody trails, he felt the blood ooze down the sides of his back and even that turned him on.
He jabbed his tongue into her pussy and bit almost clear through her pussy-lips. He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and then slammed a finger into the tiny puckered hole. He couldn't get enough of any of it and he had to switch from place to place to even attempt to fulfill his screaming passion. A wild beast felt nothing compared to what he was feeling. He had to leave this woman wasted, exhausted, and totally wiped out.
Flashes of wars kept spinning through his head, flashes of lovely women giving themselves freely to please a man, flashes of a time where sex was in the field, or up against a pantry wall before the innkeeper came through the door. The room blurred and he knew that they had just transpired time and the ages. He heard voices in the courtyard, there was danger afoot, but that made their moment even more exciting and precious.
He suddenly plunged into her, slamming his hand over her mouth to cover the wild wail of agony. He rammed and rammed into her, feeling her plush walls greedily suck him inside, feeling her body savagely respond to his thrust and jabs. He felt her womb and he felt the tip of his sceptre enter and tear out of it. Again and again he impaled her faster and faster, in and out of the sacred grotto he shoved. He smelled her sweet musky odors, he felt her juices flow from her quivering hole.
He felt her fists beating on his back and her teeth gnashing at his lips as they ground themselves against hers. He felt the raw churning of his guts as his semen traversed its way up through him and suddenly shoot into her. He felt a pounding in his head and a screaming in his lungs. A shouting all through his body echoed and bounced him around.
Suddenly he heard a shouting from outside the room. "Quick, my Lord, you must flee from here, the guards will show you the way."
Gene swiftly got up and got dressed and he followed the guards from the room-that was the last thing that he remembered of that night.