I woke in the dark, seized by the strange and familiar feeling of male power. It was going to be one of those days when I misbehaved. A day when the deep brain controlled me, for better or worse.
In school, I had read about all the stages of consciousness, how what we thought we knew was illusory, a figment of overactive brain cells. The lesson, at a time when I was thirteen, seemed unreal. Little did I know that as the years accumulated, its unreality would only increase and finally pull me down into this altered state in which the trappings of civilization fell away, revealing my core maleness. My essence, for that is what I felt. A raw exposure to the beast which lurked within. The immanent life force, which flickered bright at these moments, urging me on to deathless deeds of adventure. Adventure and lust, for isn't pursuit of a mate the ultimate adventure?
These days, which came upon me unannounced, demanded an outlet. As I donned rustic gear for the outdoors, I waited for inspiration on today's expression of my deepest life force. Seemingly without conscious thought, I found myself in the garage, climbing into the Lagonda saloon. Its always fickle starter cranked the Six to life and I drove out the winding road from my uncle's mansion, headed to the manor wherein resided my cousin Amanda. The famous engine sang along the motorway, raising my spirits with its throaty roar. Dark clouds parted as if by magic as a plan took shape in my deepest animal brain.
Amanda was just back from a European tour with my aunt Thelma, a happy and eccentric woman whose Father had inherited substantial wealth just before the Great Crash and had the remarkable good sense to turn a large chunk of it into precious metals and jewels in time to escape the penury which befell so many of their social class. As a result, his daughter took her fancies as she wished, making sure that Daddy felt well loved. In fact, she made sure that Daddy had opportunity to explore her delightful tender flesh on frequent occasion. I counted myself lucky to have learned this secret one evening when Thelma imbibed too much gin and invited me to her bed, where she exclaimed, "Daddy," one too many times as we coupled frantically.
Thelma liked to travel, which allowed her to indulge certain likes far from the gaze of nosy relatives. It was her habit to invite young female relatives to travel with her, telling their parents that the experience would be broadening, and she, Thelma, would look out for any untoward events and return the precious icons of femininity safe and sound in a month or two or three.
The two of them were in front of the manor with the head gardener as the Lagonda crunched its way up the curved drive. I popped out and ran to them with open arms and kisses everywhere.
At this display of affection, the gardener discreetly retired, leaving Thelma to say, "My goodness, Richard, whatever are you about, arriving in that fancy car in your roughest clothes?"
"Ah, my tongue is tied! I am overcome by my two beauteous relatives caught in their garden on this sterling day!"
"Has he lost his senses, Auntie?" exclaimed Amanda, leaning more firmly into the grasp my arm had around her waist.
Stepping very close, Thelma drove her tongue between my lips for an exploratory kiss, as she was wont to do when not in public. Only she and I knew where such a brief caress might lead.
"Cousin, mind him not. On a bright day, he can be seized by a wild idea and comes seeking company. What is it this time, Richard?"
"You see through me every time, dearest aunt. I am longing for your companionship on a jaunt to the hunting lodge at Wildwood. Mother tells me it has been closed up for months and needs airing out."
I paused and continued, "There is already a hamper of lunch and refreshments in the boot. Will you accompany me? I promise to return you before dinner."
Lounging comfortably against either side of me, they glanced at the racy Lagonda, at the blue sky above and at each other, eyebrows raised.
"Most improper," Thelma whispered in my ear.
"Yes," Amanda breathed in my other ear, "decent women are not just swept up into a wild desire to roar across the county."
"Fine," I said. "You look delicious in those gardening outfits. They will do nicely for lunch at the lodge."
My aunt pushed her niece toward the car, saying, "Go. I will inform Butler of our trip."
As I helped her into the front seat of the saloon, Amanda whispered, "I suppose you kidnap women every day?" She giggled as Thelma returned, saying out loud, "You must behave, Richard, or Auntie will have after you. She boxed a boy in Florence very badly when he tried to stuff his hand in my dress!"
Thelma relaxed in the deep cushion of the rear seat and smiled broadly as she said, "No worries there, my dear. We can relax and enjoy the outing."
The sporty car went down the drive with a roar and we were off to the family hunting lodge. I hadn't counted on two female companions, but exulted in my good fortune, for it was in this very lodge, six years ago, that Thelma had lovingly relieved me of my virginity. Afterwards, I had remorse at my juvenile behavior, hardly having entered her sacred precincts when my disobedient cock blasted a terrible stream of male essence partly into her but mostly all over the two of us.
She had laughed and laughed. "Oh, I do love it when you young men are ruled by your anxious cocks! Here, you must lick me and clean the mess!"
The very thought of it was stiffening me as we burbled along. I wondered to myself how far Amanda's education in matters sexual had progressed. It was whispered among the female relatives that accompanying Thelma on her trips included much more education than art history. I wondered specifically if young Amanda had experienced the delights of Sapphic love with her aunt, which was another rumor among the relatives.
No matter, in my current state of animal maleness, nothing could keep me from enjoying the bodily charms of these delightful companions.
