Prologue – Chapter Three


They were hiding in the old wardrobe in the empty rooms above the garages.

“Jeece!” Edie’s eyes were as big as saucers. “Do it again.”

“Wait.” He was squeezing her hand tight. “Wait.”

“What? What’s it feel like?”

“Yeesh!” He shook his head.

“Do it again.”


“Why?” She looked at his crumpled penis. “Can I do it?”

“Ag stupid! You don’t have a four-five.” Then he saw the look on his little sister’s face and immediately regretted his hasty words.

“You want to try on me?” Danny took her small hand in his not much bigger one. He placed it around his penis, guiding it until she was doing it just right.

Chapter One

“You what?!” Palesa thought ‘Edith, one day my ears is going to fall off’. Edith was her youngest. Fourteen, and the only girl after four boys.
“Aw Mom. Don’t pretend to be so shocked. You just want to hear the whole story again.” Edith, or usually just Edie, was lying across the small comfy chair in the kitchen. Her head was hanging upside down so that her broad grin looked almost menacing.
Palesa closed her jaw suddenly. “Ha ke pretending. I know you’s a wild child. Cos of all them brothers.” Suddenly she smiled. “Ah, ‘snothing wrong. Sometimes I think the world would be a better place if more women was like you.”
Palesa bent over her stitching, concentrating for a moment and then broke the thread. She put it down and stretched back in her own chair. “You n da ol’ man huh? How’d you manage dat. He must be about eighty already.”
“Aw Ma. You know how’s guys. The older they get the easier they are.”
“You think? When your dad n I was just married, I was working in da kitchen up atta house. Mister Whitehead used to come in every evening for a cuppa tea and get warm by the stove. Okay I was a bit older n fourteen but still just as pretty. He was forty something already then. He never ever looked at me.”
“Maybe you just never made it easy nuff for him.”
“It’s true Ma. Men are mostly shy y’know. I mean they mostly horny too but ‘slike they don’t want you to know. So, y’know it’s my job to change all the beds n stuff. Well I can see that him n the missus never sleep together anymore n today she was out all day. So when I go in da big bedroom to take out the old sheets, I find him there scratching for something in the wardrobe.”
* * * * * * *
“Oh, Mista Whitehead!”
“Huh? Oh, hello, Edith, isn’t it?”
“Yes sir. You busy? I just need to take out the old sheets.”
“No, go ahead. Don’t worry about me.” He looks at her. She’s such a pretty young girl. Seeing his look she walks up to him and looks up into his eyes.
“You wanna help me? Or maybe I can help you too.” She walks her fingers up the front of his shirt. She sees the surprise, almost disbelief, turn to glee on his face.
“Well, why not. Let’s just shut the door shall we.”
* * * * * * *
“An’ when he was finished, aw it took him like three seconds, hee hee, he gives me this. He looks for his wallet n tells me anytime I feel to visit him I’s welcome. An all he had in his wallet were these big notes, look Ma R200. Only thing is we never use a condom, so maybe he’s feeling guilty. But he never comes outta his room an I never see girls going in there, hee hee.”
“You must be careful Edie. He goes out every Tuesday night. To play poker with the Old boys’ club, but you never know. An’ what if you get pregnant.”
“Aw Ma. I’m going clinic n getting injected every time so’s I can’t. Don’t worry. Next time I’ll ask the nurse to test me for HIV but I’m not worried. Listen, I finish to cook for us, where’s Dan?”
“Leave your brother now Edie. He’s chopping wood for aus’Beth and it’s a big pile. Don’t go distracting him now.”
* * * * * * *
Much later.
“Dan . . . Dan . . . you awake?”
“Mmm . . . Edie. What you want?”
“You alone?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m alone. Jeez Edie, you never stop.”
“What you mean? I never come to your bed all week.”
“No, not in my bed but I remember one morning as you find me alone in the shed.” Edie stifles a shriek. “Oh n what about Friday afternoon, remember? I just wanted summin to eat n you got me by surprise in da pantry.”
“Are you complaining Danny? ‘Twas you what showed me how much fun a girl could be having.”
“I’s not complaining but that new butcher boy okie was working right there in the kitchen wit jus da door between him n us n it weren’t even locked.”
“Sis, Danny! That butcher boy okie is my Salem. Da one I’s gonna make him mine.”
“That’s Salem? The one you been going on about? Nay man sis, not him?”
“Aw Danny. You must just see the way he look’t me.”
“Nay, I don’t even want to think about it.” He rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head.
“No, no, no. Wait.” Edie was dancing up and down. She did not want her brother to go back to sleep yet. She sat down on the edge of his bed.
“Dannny. I’ve got a story to tell you.”
“Uh?” He uncovered half an ear and turned fractionally towards her.
“A true story,” she intoned, dropping her voice melodramatically. “Something that happened today.”
Daniel was used to her stories. They were the best thing about his sister. At the tender age of fourteen, she shared all her sexual exploits with him, and her story-telling had the ability to drive him crazy. On top of which their years of experience together made her capable of keeping him crazy into the small wee hours, when she would creep back home and leave him to melt into the mattress. If there was one girl in the world that Daniel loved it was his sister.
Although he was less than two years old when she was born, he could remember it well. He remembered feeling she was the best present his mother had ever given him. Although he had two big brothers for company, she was his baby. And he still remembered the inexplicable feeling that he had waited his whole lifetime (a whole nineteen months) for her. As if she was an old and dear friend he had been missing terribly. Now he reckoned he was the luckiest teenage boy ever.
“Lemme see,” mused Dan. “D’ole lady only got back this evening so I don’ fink you had time to make nonsense wit dem Masta Farleigh. And from what you say Salem is still da unconquered. Was there a delivery today?” Edie is grinning and shaking her head convinced that this time he’ll never guess.
“I saw that ol’ rond-looper round here today. You weren’t feeling sorry for him maybe?” She hit him with a pillow.
“You pig. He’s so ugly n I reckon he’s already going vrot.”
“I know,” grinned Danny. “But d’you know he’s younger than d’ole man. He was looking very happy this evening. I swear he had da twinkle of my li’l sister in his eyes.”
She pouted. “You always guess right in the end. You always know, I’m sure of it. Just fooling me with all your guesses.” By this time she was already in his bed and he had opened every button or fastener he could find in her clothing. That was all he ever had to do. He knew that by the end of her story she would have wriggled out of everything. He never bothered with pyjamas himself.

Chapter Two

“I do wish you would find something to do with your life, or at least get married, or something.” As she said it, Beth Whitehead could hear the nagging in her voice. Farleigh had been back less than forty-eight hours and he was already getting on her nerves. Having spent the last eighteen months globe-trotting she thought that at the very least he would have been able to keep her entertained for the first week.
At most, he could have come back knowing what he wanted ‘to do with your life’ as she always put it. She herself was sick of the phrase and the sound of her own nagging; but not as sick as she was of her son’s apathetic company.
“Mother, mother, mother.” When he was really irritated he could mumble it ad infinitum, all the while staring right through her, but today he was quite mellow. “I’m still recovering from jet-lag okay. I’ve got lots to sort out and you’re pressurising me to get married. Well, let me tell you, Mommy dearest, travelling far and wide has been a serious eye-opener for me. It’s made me realise how little I really know about women. But, euh, I wasn’t going to go experimenting with those strange foreign women. They’re all whores I’m sure. I wasn’t having any of it.” He tossed his head and stared out of the window.
“Farleigh, why do you not just find a nice girl and get married and then you can experiment,” she shuddered, “safely. I really would not want you to associate with that type of woman.”
“You just don’t get it mother. I’m expected to date some gorgeous well-bred educated bombshell. I mean, what’s she going to see in me? And none of them are virgins either. I don’t want to catch something.
“In fact, yes, if I must get married, she’ll have to be a virgin.”
Beth sits down open-mouthed. “Well. I suppose there is nothing wrong with being old-fashioned. A virgin indeed. I will just pop down to the convent and canvas the Grade Eights, shall I? There is more chance one of them is still a virgin.”
“Oh Mother! You always have to be so extreme. I saw a very pretty young girl packing the linen cupboard yesterday evening. She is the very picture of innocence. A virgin if ever I saw one. Where’d she come from?”
“Farleigh! You cannot marry her. That is Edith. Palesa’s daughter. They call her Edie.”
“That’s Edie? She was that dirty little girl who never wore shoes. Huh. She’s growing up. When did she start working here?”
“She dropped out of school the end of last year. I have no idea why, she is very bright. I think she finished Grade Nine already.”
“And she’s how old?”
“I think she will be fifteen later this year.”
“She must be a virgin!”
“Farleigh, what are you thinking?”
“Don’t stress mother. I wont humiliate you by proposing to the servants. Relax.”
“Her job description is laundry maid. You leave her alone.”
“Yes mother.” He yawns and covertly strokes his cock as his mother leaves the room. He thought of Edie and her poverty induced ignorance, her wide-eyed innocence. He would enchant her with his tales of travel. It had been a mostly boring sequence of hotels but he had a fairly good imagination. She would be intoxicated by the mountains he had climbed and the wild seas he had crossed. He would touch her and she would melt in his arms.
He was standing at the open patio door jerking off. He could hear his mother singing at the piano in the next room and the proximity of her voice made him hornier. He shuffled into the copse of beech trees outside the drawing room window and, as his mother reached the final crescendo, he spasmed into the shrubbery.
* * * * * * *
“I hear abuti-Farleigh is back. Have you seen him?” Palesa was in her usual chair by the coal-stove doing some mending.
“The young prince! I’ve seen him. He looks very swish but he seems so bored. You know what I think. I think he’s never ever had a girlfriend.” Edie put the kettle on the stove and went to wash up.
“Well don’t go getting ideas. Anna was here earlier n she says she heard him telling aus’Beth he will only marry a virgin and will never touch any other woman. So that counts you out.”
As soon as she could get away Edie ran to her brother’s room. He was still up and about and noticed his sister’s flushed face straight away.
“What?” he grinned.
Edie was incapable of speech. She was giggling so much she had Dan laughing and he did not even know what it was about. It was only when he managed to get one arm around her and the other under her skirt that she managed to gasp back her breath. “Jislaaik, Danny. Eish! Wait! The young prince. They say he’s looking for a virgin. Ooh-hoo! Danny. Stop. Wait! He must be nearly twice my age and he’s still a virgin. Danny, Danny.”
Dan smiled into her face as he felt her come. “You are his one n only virgin, my baby. You gotta do it, sista.”
* * * * * * *
Edie tried hard to bump into Farleigh all the next day, but no luck. She had given up and was just packing away the last of the clean linen when he came up behind her.
“Edie?” She jumped. She did not even have to fake the startled young maid look, she had been so deep in thought.
“Yes, Master Farleigh, sir?”
“Ah Edie, I wonder if you could bring m some clean linen?”
“Now, Master Farleigh, sir?” She could see he was enjoying the long title.
“Yes Edie. Oh I know it’s time for you to knock off, and I know you put clean linen in my room a coule of days ago, but the truth is, Edie, I’m tired of that room and its endless view of the treetops and the sky. I’ve decided to move into the annex, yes, upstairs. What?”
“It’s just it’s terribly dusty in there Master Farleigh sir. Let me get Anna to clean it out for you tomorrow sir. Once it’s done I’ll bring clean linen and new drapes. I’ll get Danny and a couple of the guys to move all your stuff. Oh Master Farleigh, sir, they are lovely rooms up there. I’m so glad someone is going to use them. And I’ll get ol’ Peter to bring up a box of firewood.”
Farleigh laughed, an almost falsetto sound. “Edie, I think you just want to go home. But you are probably right so tonight I’ll stay in my old room.”
* * * * * * *
“Good evening Master Farleigh, sir.” Edie lowered her eyes demurely. “I hope you like your rooms.”
“They’re very nice Edie, but the windows are so bare.”
“Yes Master Farleigh, sir. There’s a few drapes’ll fit this window. I thought you would like to choose.”
“Well, what matches the room?” asked Farleigh helplessly.
“Oh well the cream is always pretty on a window and there’s these purplish ones that match all the blues in the room, like, but they might make the room a bit gloomy.” Edie tried to help.
“Oh the cream ones definitely. Put up the cream drapes. I must have light,” cried Farleigh. He poured himself some wine and lounged in a chair facing the window while Anna and Edie hung the drapes. Edie was on the ladder silhouetted by the setting sun, while Anna passed her the curtains. Farleigh smiled to himself. Maybe life need not be so boring after all.
Anna left as soon as the curtains were up, while Edie stayed and plumped the cushions and pointed out that a fire was laid and just needed a match. She also mentioned that all the neccesary servants had been informed of his move. She smiled at him then and in her sweetest, wide-eyed way she asked if he had any other need of her services.
Farleigh almost choked on his wine as he leapt to his feet. “Edie, Edie,” he said. “Won’t you light the fire for me before you go?”
“Certainly Master Farleigh.” She knelt by the fire. Suddenly he was kneeling next to her, looking into her eyes.
“Edie,” he said, again, “have a glass of wine with me to celebrate my new home and I’ll tell you of my travels and all I’ve seen in the world.”
Edie looked uncertain. “My Ma’ll start to worry if I don’t get home till late, but I would love to hear about your travels.”
“Well it’s still a half hour before you must leave, so I’m sure you have time for a teeny glass of wine, hmm?”
“Oh, I don’t really drink wine, Master Farleigh,” she had her fingers crossed as she said this, “but I suppose if it’s just a really small glass it can do no harm.”
Farleigh came back with two glasses. Hers was definitely the larger one but she pretended not to notice. She sipped it as virtuously as she could and stretched her legs out by the fire. She and Anna had found the rug in the next room. After they had washed it they put it in front of the fire. It was the softest, thickest carpet she had ever seen.
Farleigh squatted next to her and was chinking glasses with her in a toast to his new rooms. She took a big swallow, quite forgetting herself, thinking ‘this is gonna take all night.’ Suddenly she realised something was different, something had changed. Farleigh seemed too far away; she felt as if she was floating.
She looked at the wine left in her glass and then at his. Hers definitely looked cloudy compared to his. He had spiked her drink! ‘Oh well,’ she thought, ‘I can’t be held responsible for loss of virtue.’ The thought made her giggle out loud. He turned towards her at the sound.
“Happy?” he asked, beaming at her, which just made her want to laugh out loud but she managed to keep a straight face. She downed the remains of her wine instead and asked if she could please have a little more.
Farleigh brought the bottle over and refilled both their glasses. He lounged surreptitiously against the sofa. Edie sighed and slid a bit closer as she took her glass. She could not believe her luck. She felt fabulous and wondered if Farleigh had also had some of whatever he had put in her drink. She wondered too about how long she would be able to maintain her virtuous act. Glancing at Farleigh she noticed that he was half pissed anyway so it was going to be fine.
He was talking about Paris and how ‘charmant’ it had been. Meanwhile she had secretly loosened some of her clothes and sidled close enough to him that his arm draped across the sofa was virtually around her shoulders. He stopped abruptly in mid-sentence and gazed into her eyes.
“Oh Master Farleigh, it sounds so exciting. Please go on.” She could see by the size of his pupils that he was definitely on something too.
“Edie . . . ” he stammered as he closed his arm around her shoulders. “Just call me Farleigh see . . I just wanted, I mean . . .” He fumbled with her blouse.
It was obvious to her that he was so wasted, it was quite safe for her to drop her act. In less than five minutes she was quite naked in front of the fire and having to help him out of his clothes. She managed to keep up enough awareness to at least feign some pain during penetration but after that she gave in to the drug completely. Even under its influence she could tell that Farleigh was still holding back, as if in terror. How insecure could the man be, after all it’s just sex.
She allowed him to fuck her three times, missionary style each time, before convincing him that her mother really was going to send out a search party any minute. He helped her dress and then collapsed on the rug as he watched her leave.
* * * * * * *
Edie knew very well that her mother would not be worrying. Palesa only worried about her if she had not appeared by morning. So on leaving Farleigh she went straight to Dan’s room which was not far from Farleigh’s new place. She was bursting with excitement and still flying high. No point wasting that.
Danny was not in. It was past nine; he must have gotten lucky somewhere. She sat on the branch of a tree outside his room thinking of what she wanted to tell him. Three times all in the same boring position. But tomorrow was another day. She could tell by his reluctance to let her go, that he was going to want her back again. She felt obliged to show him how much more exciting sex could be, without bruising his ego. Suddenly a shadow loomed over her and someone breathed in her ear, “You.”
She jumped from her perch and spun around, her heart pounding. She had been so lost in thought she had not heard anyone approaching.
“Salem!” She gasped, trying to get her breath back. He looked into her eyes smiling.
“I like you.”
She backed off a bit, still feeling the adrenalin in her veins. He was huge. More than a metre across his shoulders and she could pass under his arm without ducking. She gasped involuntarily as he drew closer and touched her hair.
“So soft,” was all he said, shaking his head slightly.
Edie looked from Salem to Danny’s empty room. She knew he would not mind as long as he did not come home pissed or with a girl while they were still there.
“Come,” she said as she took his hand.
* * * * * * *
By the time Danny came home the birds had started waking up though it was still dark. He found his room in disarray. He stumbled in the dark over the shambles and was about to switch on the light when he saw his sister’s face amongst a jumble of blankets at the end of the bed.
He bent over her.
“Edie?” He touched her face.
“Hmmm . . . ” Two arms came out of the blankets and stretched.
“Edie, what happened? Are you alright?”
She opened her eyes and looked around her. The dawn was just breaking and she could dimly see the chaos around her.
“Oh god,” she said, jumping up. Then she remembered everything. She could determine the exact trail she and Salem had cut across Danny’s room. She collapsed on the bed in hysterics.
Danny was not impressed.
“Edie! What the fuck. This is my life you have just trashed here an you laugh. What the hell is going on?” He sat down. “Or what the hell did go on. Jeez!”
Edie caught her breath and sat up. “Askies bro. I promise I’ll come clean your room today. I’ll also tell you exactly what happen here when I come to see you last night but you was out on the jol. But later. I must get home before Ma wakes up an I mus shower n wash my hair. I gotta run.” She was already dressing as she spoke. Dan just sat there dazed.
“You also needa shower hey, you mus go to work too. I promise I’ll come Daniel.” Danny stood up shaking his head and stretching as his sister raced off.

Chapter Three

The whole day Edie was aware of Farleigh’s presence. From where she was ironing in the sun room she could see him lying on the sofa in the next room with a book he never seemed to be reading. When she was finished and was packing everything away she kept catching sight of him somewhere in the background. She managed to get away for a couple of hours over lunch and went to clean and tidy Danny’s room.
It was a shock to see again the state it was in. Danny had touched nothing other than to add his own dirty washing to the chaos. She looked fondly again at the big comfy chair by the door where Salem had first pulled her onto his lap. It was lying on its side and all Danny’s clothes, papers and junk that had covered the chair were strewn across the floor. They were also somewhat crushed and crumpled from Salem’s huge bulk.
She realised that most of the damage had been done before they got their clothes off. In the dark they had become hopelessly entangled in everything when the chair fell over. Amazingly enough, the chair was still intact.
They had found refuge on the old sofa where they had untangled themselves from Danny’s clutter and their own clothes. She now sat on the sofa amidst the ruins of Danny’s room and remembered how carefully Salem’s huge hands had opened all the buttons on her blouse.
Suddenly she recalled how she had thought her back may break as she lay under him on that lumpy sofa. That was when she had led him to Danny’s bed which she knew was sturdy enough, even for Salem, she hoped. She gazed at the bed in astonishment as she remembered all that had happened there.
As she tidied up, making the place cleaner than it had ever been, she recalled how she had had to make him leave eventually. It was after two in the morning and Farleigh’s drug had worn off leaving her with a dull headache.
He had not seemed at all tired, or keen to leave, but when she explained to him nicely that she really needed to sleep, he got up and dressed. Then when he asked to come and see her again, she had to explain that this was not her room but that of her brother Danny. He was a bit taken aback, asking “Daniel? He’s your brother?”
She had smiled at him then, remembering the other day in the pantry, and coyly admitted that Daniel was her brother. He had just grinned, then hugged her and left.
When Edie returned to the House after lunch, the first person she saw was Farleigh. He was standing by the back door smoking. Beth would not allow him to smoke inside the house or at the front door.
“Huh.” Farleigh raised an eyebrow. “I see you take executive lunch breaks now.”
She smiled warmly at him and watched him melt as she said loudly, “I had permission, Master Farleigh, sir.”
He smiled then looked down at his feet self-consciously. Edie lowered her gaze too then looked back up at him. “I have a couple of rooms to do this afternoon, but if you leave your boots by the door, when I’m finished I’ll polish them and bring them to your room.”
Farleigh seemed embarrassed then. He mumbled something and went back inside. She was amazed to think that it was because she had seen how badly his boots needed polish. He only had to tell one of the servants to do it but she could tell that he never felt comfortable as the ‘Boss’.
The next time she passed the back door, Farleigh’s boots were there. She put them away in a cupboard, not wanting someone else to do them for him.
After she had finished her rooms she went back for the boots. As she passed the open door of the library she saw Farleigh inside. He sat up and she stopped. He smiled at her and asked her quietly if she could organise him a tea tray.
“Of course, Master Farleigh, sir.” She bowed coquettishly and danced the rest of the way to the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty except for a noise coming from the scullery which turned out to be Salem. She caught her breath and heard her heart pounding when she realised who it was. She was already in the small scullery with him. He smiled with pleasure when he caught sight of her. She had whirled into the kitchen like a mini-tornado of light and colour and he was just so glad to see her again.
He cupped his hands around her shoulders as though she were a butterfly and gazed into her face.
Suddenly she remembered.
“Master Farleigh! I must make tea.” She struggled slightly and he put her down. She had not even realised that her feet had left the floor. She raced off to put the kettle on. Somehow she managed to put the tea-tray things together and find some biscuits without mishap. Then before taking it through to Farleigh, she scampered back into the scullery where Salem had resumed work.
He had not heard her coming this time and she leapt onto the sink surprising him. Seated like that she was still only eye-level with his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. She had never felt so wonderfully enveloped in her life. She kissed his throat and disentangled herself. “I’ll see you later,” she whispered, and ran.
By the time Edie handed Farleigh the tea-tray, her senses were in a whirl.
“Wont you join me?” he said unexpectedly. He seemed to be mocking her. What could he mean? How could she sit and have tea with him in the library?
“I’m going to do your boots,” she said curtly. Then more gently, “I’ll bring them to your room. Later.”
“Very well, Edie. You may go.”
She left the room feeling very much like a marionette being pulled in all directions. She fetched the boots and the polish and went to sit on the back step.
* * * * * * *
Edie knocked on Farleigh’s door.
“I’m sorry to be so late bringing your boots Master Farleigh sir.” It was after eight and Edie had been with Danny since dinner, regaling him with tales of the previous night’s adventures. In spite of his reaction early that morning, he really did not mind her using his room. He just could not believe his sister’s stamina. His own evening had been tame by comparison. She loved it that she had finally left her brother speechless.
Of course the re-telling had been a kind of re-living with Edie positioning and re-positioning Danny first as Farleigh and then as Salem. Although they had not actually removed any clothing, the whole episode had left her wild. She did not know how convincing she was going to be as the recently deflowered virgin.
Farleigh brushed her apology aside and swept her into his arms as he shut the door. “My love your timing is perfect. I’ve just come back from dinner myself.”
She shrank away from his face. It was only half an act. He was not nearly as attractive as Danny and so unexciting compared to Salem. She spent the next ten minutes making excuses to get away but this only spurred Farleigh on.
By the time Farleigh had his shirt off Edie found she did not need to act anymore. The sight of his skinny pale chest cooled her libido completely. She would much rather have stayed with Danny or gone looking for Salem. She had no idea where he roomed but had a feeling that if she just roamed the grounds a bit he would find her. She wondered if she would survive two nights running with Salem.
She resigned herself to being taken to Farleigh’s bed and allowing him to lie on top of her again. She had a vague idea that possibly christian children were taught this position at sunday school. She was determined to broaden Farleigh’s conception of sex.
Farleigh was in heaven. Before Edie he had convinced himself that sex was over-rated and far too risky. With Edie he foolishly believed there was no risk, while feeling it was impossible to over-indulge in such pleasure.
Edie could tell that Farleigh was about to come. Gathering up all her strength she pushed him roughly away at the last minute. He was devastated. She was contrite.
“I am sorry, Master Farleigh sir,” she stammered. “It was suddenly so painful I couldn’t bear it anymore.”
“Edie, sweetheart. You must tell me if I’m hurting you.” She looked at his erection and then looked into his eyes. There was not much to it but she was not about to tell him that. Not taking her eyes from his she reached out fearfully and touched it.
She appeared afraid to Farleigh but her touch sent thrills through him. This of course was her plan. Glancing at his erection, it had grown a bit from her touching. She gazed back into his eyes with her best wide-eyed in awe face.
“Sometimes it just gets so big Master Farleigh.”
He felt weak with pleasure. He just wanted to get back inside her.
“Master Farleigh, sir, I don’t mean to be forward . . .”
“Edie, please! Just call me Farleigh. At least when we’re alone.”
“Yes sir, I mean Farleigh.” She smiled tenderly at him. They were sitting on the edge of the bed now. Farleigh had draped a blanket around her shoulders and now slipped a hand between her thighs. Although she still had her hand on his cock, he was not feeling quite so desperate anymore. But he wanted the feeling back.
Edie was determined to take charge, subtly. She took his hand away. “No. It’s still sore. I’m sorry.” The last was directed at his penis and then impulsively she bent forward and kissed its head. A shiver ran through him and she gently pushed him back down on the bed.
She knelt on the floor between his knees and took his cock in her mouth. Farleigh could not believe the extent to which pleasure gave way to ecstasy. He felt every drop of blood in his body drain down to his groin. The ecstasy reached a peak but just before its release she quickly removed her mouth. A thin wail of disappointment escaped Farleigh’s lips.
“Oh, please, don’t stop,” he whispered gasping.
“Wait, wait. I just need to get my breath back,” she lied. She lay down next to him and he started playing with her breasts. He was totally naked now but she still had on a flimsy slip. She waited until he was breathing normally again. Looking at him coyly, she started touching his penis again.
Within moments he was almost losing consciousness with pleasure and her libido had returned, completely. Throwing caution to the wind, she mounted him and they both came almost immediately. Farleigh felt the top of his head blow away. His body had ceased to exist in a sea of bliss.
He raised his head and found Edie limp and wet on his chest. They had almost melted together. He fondled her hair then lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips. He felt his heart swell as he gazed upon her face. He was in despair. Beth would never accept her as his beloved and how could he possibly want anyone else.
Edie got up to use the bathroom. When she came back he tried to draw her back into bed. She resisted demurely, insisting she had to be home before ten.
After a tender good-night kiss, she let herself out, noticing it was only half-past nine. Maybe she could still spend some time with Salem and even get to bed before midnight. If only she knew where to find him.

‘It’s because of lust that dust doesn’t remain just dust.’