In 'The Thick of It' I wrote about a month, 30+ years ago, of sexual activity with Kairos, a delightful man with a thick cock. I included his account of consummating their mutual desire with his mother, Dulcie. He was an academic, whose special expertise in the Classics was epigraphy, the deciphering of texts on ancient tombs and monuments.
Apart from the story about him and his mother, Dulcie, he told me of several other sexual adventures. He always followed his mother's injunction never to take advantage of a woman for his own pleasure, but always to be motivated by respect and affection for the woman as an individual human being.
I recounted, in his voice, some of these contacts in 'Close Encounters of Several Kinds 1 and 2,' and I'll go on now to another, again in his voice.
BRAVING THE BODYSCAPE
My homebase American university was happy for me to spend summers in Europe, so long as I taught classes in Classics at various levels through the winter. So, fifteen years or so after my paradisal period with Dulcie and Sylvia, I was in the UK, working at the British Museum, advising about, and reconstructing texts on, chunks of stonework. It was September and I expected to be here until I flew home a few weeks later, but I got a summons to join a small team opening a dig in the south-west. A farmer had turned up some promising material by ploughing up some rough pasture on which he was shortly going to plant several hectares of potential forest. I doubted whether my specialism would be useful, but I surmised that this late in the digging season, and with most experienced archaeologists already booked, or heading for home, it was a matter of recruiting anyone who had experience of such projects. So, I was happy to sign on, especially as I gathered there would be a leading ceramics expert on board, a lady called Lorraine.
I knew of her in two aspects. First, she could identify pottery from tiny fragments, so this team fortunate in having her along. Second, the archaeological grapevine, or gossip column, hinted that she was a large woman and sexually voracious. Men who worked with her were, apparently, when attempting to answer her appetites, left drained or found wanting, limping away from the encounter with ego and equipment badly bruised. As I liked the specified area, and fancied some fresh air and exercise in the country, I signed up at once, and was bidden to rendezvous with my four colleagues, as was the custom, at the nearest pub.
When I arrived, in the evening, I found three of them already installed and enjoying a pint or two. There was a married couple and a single man, much older than me. He drew me aside, and said, 'Hugh and Sandra have the double room here, and there's a single for you or me, and the other bloke shares a cottage with Lorry.'
It was clear from his tone that he didn't want to risk life and limb with her, probably well aware of the rumours. I reassured him that I would be content with the cottage, because we could eat supper, at least, at the pub, so little self-catering would be needed. I spoke as if unaware of Lorry's reputation. 'That's settled, then,' he said, relieved. I wondered for a moment why she wasn't given the single room, but understood, rather to my dismay, that the probable answer was that if there were to be any gongs-on they would best go on in private. I wondered further whether I had been engaged for my comparative youth and temporary residence in the UK, rather than for any professional abilities I might be able to offer. The other single man's tone might even have implied this was the case.
At that moment the lady arrived, and I began to wonder if I had been wise to come, because she wasn't simply large - she was daunting. Taller then me, and wider in all ways, chest, hips, stomach, thighs, with the sort of bosom a chap could drown in. I suspect that when her rear elevation was available the broadness would apply to that, too.
Her forehead, cheekbones and mouth were also broad, her eyes huge, bright green and glittering. She was clearly fizzing with energy, packed with vitality and vigour.
She sized up the quartet in a second, shaking hands with a hand which was, yes, broad and powerful. She hardly needed telling she was to share a cottage, and with me. She didn't question this allocation of accommodation, merely remarking to me, 'I daresay we'll manage,' with a dazzling smile on those generous lips, eyes sparkling yet more. Was she lining me up already? If so, it was too late to object now, and I resolved to await events.
We settled round a table to enjoy a drew drinks and partake of some pub grub. I noted that Lorry did not partake of alcohol, drinking several pints of lemonade, as if getting herself well hydrated. I compromised with a few shandies. She didn't eat hugely, either, content with omelette, chips and peas, while the others shared a large pizza oozing cheddar. I went for the omelette, too. If there were to be frenetic activity later I didn't want to be overburdened and sluggish, just energetic enough to acquit myself satisfactorily.
With notebooks and briefing papers we planned the six days available before the farmer proceeded with his afforestation. Then the party broke up, the other three went upstairs, and Lorry and I left to follow the directions to our habitation, clutching the keys supplied by the pub landlord and owner. As we walked, our haversacks on our backs, Lorry wasted no time, taking my hand, and saying, 'You're the sacrificial virgin for the nymphomaniac dragon, aren't you?'
'You could put it like that,' I said, 'Though maybe more voluntary than that.'
'I do know the rumours, you know,' she went on, 'But there may exaggerate a little.'
'Rumours tend to do that. I'm discounting them, awaiting further developments.'
'Mind you,' she said, 'I do know, too, that you're not a virgin. I worked with Jaddy several times, and she told me about your time on that Greek island. She remembered that with great pleasure. So when I saw you were coming here I was hopeful we might get on.'
'She was wonderful,' I said. 'It was a wonderful experience to be there.'
'I read your report, of course. You did good work, getting whatever there was to get.'
'And I've read your papers, too,' I said, 'And everyone knows you do fine work.'
'We seem to be getting on quite well already, then,' she said, 'And I don't take anything for granted. You're not committed to anything, I assure you.'
'Nor are you,' I said. 'Jaddy liked me, but you may not find me - worthwhile at all.'
'There will obviously need to be preliminary - inspection,' she said. 'I'm looking forward to that. Did the rumours include me being an exhibitionist?'
'No, but you've got a lot to exhibit, and may be proud to do so.'
'Rather a contrast to Jaddy, though. Could be - overabundant, perhaps?'
We lapsed into an easy silence until we reached the cottage, entered, switched on enough light to check it over and chose a bedroom apiece. Then, as I dumped my haversack on a chair in mine, she called from hers, 'I'll be with you in a minute.'
It seemed sensible to undress and get into bed, ready for whatever followed, so that I was naked between the sheets, when she came in, stripped to bra and knickers, and stood looking down at me, and said, 'Shall I exhibit further?'
'Please do,' I said, the anticipation of our walk intensifying, because she was magnificent. The lilac-coloured bra was a feat of engineering to support those massive breasts, and the matching knickers concealed all signs of female anatomy.
To my slight surprise she peeled down the said knickers all the way, took them off and stood holding them. Below her flat stomach there was a dense thicket of curls. She awaited my comment, and I said, 'A chap would need a compass to navigate south through the jungle, but he could find his way to that promising small tower from east or west.' I was gazing in admiration and even awe at her enormous clitoris. Her the folds of her vulva gathered into it, so that it stood forth like a small cock. Everything last thing about her was massive, then.
It was her turn to view me, and she turned back the bedclothes and took a good look. 'Not quite fully prepared yet, I see,' she said, because I was not fully erect - yet, being so far so awestruck that I had doubts about my being able to cope with her. 'Turn round, please,' I said, and she grinned and did so. I gazed in wonder, yet more awestruck, but also near overwhelmed with the beauty of that huge bottom. It seemed to exist in more than ordinary space. There was something mystical, nigh-mythological about it. It seemed to curve in more than the usual three dimensions. I was dumbstruck, and she naturally became impatient and swayed about and clenched and relaxed it a few times. 'Just too big?' she said.
'I couldn't do it justice in any report,' I said. 'All description would be inadequate. "Magnificent" and "stupendous" come to mind, but don't do it justice. And it's beautiful.'
'I thought you might be a pygiaphile from what Jaddy said.'
'A chap could get lost in that ravine,' I said, feebly.
'But do you want to explore it?' she asked. 'Well, you'd better see the rest,' and she turned round, reached behind her and unlatched the bra. As she drew it further she said, 'Some explorers have found these off-putting, so brace yourself.'
I could see why she said this, because her breasts were not only huge but had huge areolas and nipples, so dark red and so rough in outline and surface as to seem crude, making most women's breast ends look over-refined, too smooth. I said nothing, but she looked at my cock, which was now rampant, and said, 'That's encouraging. Now budge over, I need to talk to you before we go any further.'
She lay down beside me, put an arm round my neck and drew my head down onto her right breast. It was firm and resilient, a comfortable pillow. She said, 'Everything about me is large, as you see, but what you can't at once see is also large, takes some filling. As I thought from Jaddy's account, and as I've seen for myself, you can fill me all right. But I need you to keep going, stay hard, while I follow a sequence. I build up by stages, you see, and if they're interrupted I'm left in a terrible state. I have to go all the way through to the final one.'
'You need to keep coming until you reach the culminating climax,' I said.
'That's right. Sorry to have to be so directive, but unless we can follow that route I'd rather not start.'
'You want me to hold off coming until you've reached the peak. Should I come as you do so, or wait till it's over? Or not come at all?'
'Either. I'll tell you when. Some find the running commentary annoying or even inhibiting, so they fade away. I want you to come. That adds the final touch of satisfaction. And afterwards you can come as much as you like, because I'll be finished for the night.'
'Oh, I like talking as we go,' I said, 'It's cosy, reassuring. I like to know where she's got to.'
She said, 'You're ready, and I'm hard, too.'
