1
It wasn't getting any better. Two months had passed since his initiation and his life had not changed quite as spectacularly as he'd hoped. A few months ago, a new and fantastical world had been revealed to him, one that offered fulfilment of his deepest desires, but time had passed and his life had remained more or less the same.
After he'd left the Mansion House on the Monday morning he'd felt renewed, reborn one could say. Unconsciously he'd anticipated one of the sisters making contact with him within a few days or a week at the most. But no phone call, no visit, no letter, no e-mail, just silence. It wasn't easy returning to his life, the mundane 'normal' world had very little to offer after he'd experienced a level of pleasure that few others would ever see or experience. It wasn't just the sex, though he honestly knew that that was a large part of it, it was also the sense calmness, joy, love and warmth that the Mansion House seemed to emanate. Of course, he'd been lucky, but now it seemed as though his luck had run out. Time had passed, a few days became a week, a week became a month which rapidly became two and still no contact. So, he'd returned to the Mansion House intent on seeing the girls and finding out what was going on. Typical women he thought, lead you on, build your hopes up, then smash them into a pulp. Why did they do that? One day he might know the answer, but for the moment it just felt like cruel and spiteful prick-teasing.
*
There was no one, as far as he could see, outside the house. In fact it looked as though the whole place was deserted. The tall double iron gates were locked and the statues of the dragons glared down menacingly towards him. The sky above looked just as ominous: low dark-grey cumulus clouds driven by strong winds passed swiftly from east to west. He felt nervous and decided to pause for a moment in an attempt to soothe his disturbed state of being. Looking upwards, he distanced himself mentally from his thoughts, bringing a renewed sense of self-awareness which he maintained until he could sense the feeling sweeping through him. There it was, that feeling of unity, of being one with the wind, that empathy that lay beyond thought. He could never adequately put it into words, it was simply a feeling of being at one with nature, flowing with the natural forces as they perpetually passed through time.
The sound of a fast approaching car severed the subtle connection and returned him to his position outside the locked gates. 'Maybe it was one of the Sisters?' The thought entered his consciousness reducing the distance between his sense of true-self and his thoughts even further, soon it would be gone and he would become yet another sleeping human drifting on the ocean of thought, desire and emotion.
The car came closer, Paul held his breath in anticipation, his heart beating a little faster. The nervousness had reappeared and he felt a warmth in his loins in anticipation of what might be, his limp penis eager to be attended to. The unseen car slowed as it made its approach. His heart bumped a little harder, the car approached and then passed just as suddenly as it appeared continuing its journey down the otherwise empty country road. A light rain began to fall.
Taking one last glance through the gates, Paul walked over to the intercom positioned on the left gatepost. Pressing the buzzer, his heart raced again. The dragon-statues continued to stare menacingly. Who would answer? What if it was a bloke? God, that would spoil it, he thought to himself. Or maybe it would be the young girl who'd been present at his initiation? He imagined hearing her voice…
"Hello?" A female voice said in a harsh enquiring tone, abruptly cutting short his fantasies.
"Yes, hello," he began nervously suddenly feeling a little foolish as the unconscious desire of sexual fulfilment suddenly become apparent as his true motivating force.
"Can I help you?" The voice asked before Paul had chance to continue
"Er, yeah, my name is Paul, I was wondering if Lucy was around?"
"Lucy? I'm sorry I think you must have the wrong house?"
"Er, well, er…" Paul muttered in bewilderment as he tried to find something to say, "Er, well is Diana there then?" He asked finally.
"Diana?" The voice said in another questioning tone.
"Yes, Diana?"
"I'm sorry, Diana is not here at the moment." The voice answered after a rather long pause. Paul let out a breath, at least one of the two names that he'd been given was correct.
"May I ask what business you have with her?"
Business? Oh God, what can I say to that? Paul thought to himself.
"Or perhaps, if it is private," the voice said immediately alleviating Paul's concerns over providing an appropriately socially acceptable answer, "would you like to come up to the House and we can discuss it in person?"
"If that wouldn't be too much bother that would be most appreciated." Paul answered politely.
"Of course not, here I'll open the gate, come up the drive and go round the back of the house, I'll let come and meet you." With that the intercom went dead and the gates creaked into life.
2
He could feel the beginning of a hard-on, but tried to suppress it, despite aching for the affections of the female he'd just spoken to, or maybe an encounter with her friends, or should he call them 'sisters'? he wondered. His cock bulged in his trousers, she'd be sure to notice he thought. He was near the house now, the drive splitting into two, the left hand lane forming a circle in front of the house, the right lane, passing under a hedged archway and evidently leading to a courtyard, garage or something similar. Following the woman's instructions he took the right hand fork, passed the house and eventually came to the expected courtyard which was complete not only with a number of expensive and well kept looking garages but also a small square of terraced stables.
Pausing for a moment, Paul heard laughter coming from one of the stables, followed by the interchange of a few words which he couldn't make out and then more laughter. The voices were female which both unnerved and relieved Paul. At least he wouldn't be embarrassed in front of any blokes.
God, I don't even know her name or what she looks like? The thought suddenly occurred to Paul. Laughter came from the stables once more. What should I do? Paul wondered, wait here? Go round the back of the house? Or go and see the girls in the stables? Hearing laughter once more, he decided on the latter option. So, feeling a little awkward and intrusive, he slowly made his way across the courtyard, trying to keep his erection mentally under control.
"Yes this one would be a very good stud, judging by the size of his willy, maybe we should suggest it to Diana?"
"Well, I'm not sure, I mean, a big dick, doesn't necessarily mean a good breeder, does it?"
"I suppose not, but it is a big one isn't it, plenty enough to please the mares and that's what's important!" Bursting into laughter the girls made their way out of the stable back into the courtyard.
"Oh, hello," the first of the girls said as she saw Paul walking towards them.
"Who's this?" the second girl said. Both girls were aware that the stranger had probably overheard them talking about the size of the stallions penis, but rather than feeling embarrassed, they used the situation to challenge Paul with a non-verbal look.
*
Startled, Paul hesitated for a moment. Two young ladies were leaving the middle stable, which was about 10 yards away from him. Both wore riding jodhpurs, shiny black riding boots and tight fitting red riding jackets encircled by black polished leather belts replete with a shiny silver buckle. The only notable difference between the two was the style and colour of their hair, the first girl had her dark brown hair cut into a short bob. She was typically attractive, with small lips and a small nose. The second girl wore her blonde hair in pigtails, as attractive as her friend, though a little taller in height and with beautiful blue eyes. Talk about sexy Paul thought to himself as his erect penis pushed harder against his trousers, surely one of them would notice. Trying to maintain as confident and natural a manner as possible he continued towards them.
"Hello," he began, "I was looking for the lady I spoke to on the intercom?"
"Intercom?" the brunette repeated intrigued at the unexpected visit of this masculine stranger.
"I expect that would be Brigitte," the girl with pigtails said looking Paul up and down, noticing and the bulge in his trousers, before glancing at her friend, whose eyes seemed almost mesmerised by Paul's.
