Chapter 2
One summer we had a lot of visits from a British Army major who was serving at the United Nations: he had some friends in Boston, and used to come up our way quite often. I remember how well he fitted in with the Bostonians of good family: and also how dignified he was in his behaviour. which was actually quite surprising, for he was one of the randiest, longest. cocked young buggers I've ever met! And ingenious, too. my word! He'd served in India, and used to tell us fascinating stories at cut the things he'd seen and done out there. how one could walk down Grant Road in Bombay, for instance, and find every brothel there with half a dozen girls hung up outside the windows in a little bamboo cages, just like singing birds. young girls of fifteen or sixteen they were, and not a stitch of clothing on them, he said. Walk along, take your time, inspect 'em all, make your choice, and they'd bring her inside for you. just like buying a bird in a pet shop. And he told us how down in the Scuth, there's a whole area noted for the beauty of its women: and the English tea-planters used to go round and buy good-looking young girls of seven and eight, for next to nothing. and then they'd put them out in Roman Catholic convents to be educated and taught how to behave like ladies; and perhaps some special skill, such as piano-playing, or tennis, or bridge. The nuns knew perfectly well what was going on, he said; but they never seemed to object. perhaps they felt that a healthy, well-educated, well-fed mistress was a better proposition, in the general scheme of things, than a wretched half-starved illiterate creature who would probably die of too much childbirth before she ever saw 30: anyway, they were always full of smiles when the planter came and collected his girl seven or eight years later on. now, of course, a beautiful bedworthy piece, fully accepted by local custom as being entirely his own personal property. and well-educated, well-spoken, nicely domesticated. and all at the hands of Mother Church!
Oh, Alec was the greatest fun to listen to. full of stories he was! He was cavalry officer; and he told us that nearly all the English cavalry regiments have a thing called 'The Three Threes Club'. and to become a member you have to pass a test:. Ride three miles on a horse; drink three bottles of champagne; and fuck three girls. all in the space of three hours. According to Alec, the way to tackle it is to pour all the champagne into a big basin, first thing off, and then fuck one of the girls: then go and do the three miles, at a steady canter. which gets you into the right frame of mind to drink a little champagne and screw another girl, as soon as you get back. Then have a bit of sleep, getting the girls to wake you up at about the two and one-half-hour mark; three naked girls can almost certainly get you worked up enough to fuck the third one successfully. but the real difficulty lies in disposing of all that damned champagne! Even with the fizz off it, from standing open all that time, it's still a formidably sick-making task: and that's what causes most of the failures. One nice point: if you pass, the Club picks up your tab: but if you fail, you have to pay for the champagne, and the girls, yourself! We weren't rude enough to ask Alec, of course: but somehow I don't think he had to pay when he took his test!
Now, I expect you're wondering why I called him 'ingenious'. Well, I'll have to give you a bit of background here. Alec had a set of very beautiful glossy action photographs. some of the dirtiest stuff I've ever seen, even in the trade: and there was one of them that showed a girl. just a young kid she was, couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen. dealing with seven men at once. There was an absolute pyramid of bodies. two of them down at the bottom, and she was squatting on them, with one up each hole: then there were two crouching, one on either side of her, with their codes in her armpits. and that made four: she was tossing off Nos. five and six with her two hands: and the seventh one she was sucking off. most ingenious, the whole thing was! Well, one day Alec said he thought he could do better than that: he reckoned it was theoretically possible to arrange for a round dozen men to enjoy a girl's body simultaneously. Naturally, he got taken up on that one! But he won through all right, the bastard!
I lent him one of the big salons. for he'd aroused quite a lot of interest with his claim, which everyone felt was rather fantastic: and we gathered quite an enthusiastic audience. obviously business was going to be brisk that evening! He'd decided to use a big, dumb, busty blonde called Margot. a pleasant, good-natured girl who was very popular with the customers, but not particularly gifted with grey matter! (Alec used to call her 'Jersey', telling her this was after a famous English beauty called 'The Jersey Lily': apparently poor Margot had never heard of a Jersey cow. which was what he meant, of course!) Margot was the obvious choice, because of her peculiar physical attributes. she was double-jointed at the hips, and could get her legs into positions that looked anatomically impossible: also, she was a big girl, and had a big, elastic vagina to match.
Alec had booked my four Negroes for the evening. I was horrified at the thought of poor Margot being attacked by twelve pricks of their vast size; but in the event I needn't have worried: when Alec swept into the salon to get the experiment under way, he was spouting fluent Italian to eight charming young naval cadets from an Italian Navy training ship which happened to be visiting Boston. They took the whole thing quite seriously, regarding it as a scientific experiment of value: and as the slim young bodies peeled off, quite unselfconscious, there were smiles of appreciation from my girls, and some rather wistful looks of envy from the middle-aged studs among the customers. Alec had chosen eight good-looking, healthy boys. (none of them was more than sixteen or seventeen years old): and their slim young cocks made a fine spectacle as they crowded eagerly round the lush nudity of the voluptuous Margot, who was making it very plain that she would be a more than willing collaborator in the forthcoming experiment.