While I tried to hold myself steady, she shuddered and started to moan, forcing herself onto me while her hands opened and closed, clawing at the rug, her whole body trembling with ecstasy. Like a stout anchor in a gale, I kept us safe and sound as the full storm of her coming burst upon us. Spasm after spasm coursed through her as she choked and gasped. Then she paused and gave out one last cry of delight before subsiding, still clamped about me, to the floor.
As I struggled to remain in her, I took the chance to survey the scene. Lady M-seemed quite transported by her memories of Johnny Gewirtz and was stretched out full length on her couch, one leg hooked up over the back and the other trailing on the ground, her hands grasping the object of her desire and forcing it slowly but regularly in and out of her tunnel of love.
Gwendolen was sitting on the floor, backed up against a comfortably upholstered chair. She had not bothered to complete her unrobing and her dress was pushed up to her waist. My discarded replica was being put to good use.
Megan, who was also fully dressed, was playing no part in the activities except that one hand had disappeared under her skirt. She was playing with herself as she stood by the window looking out into the street. All of a sudden she turned back into the room.
'Someone is coming,' she said.
'Almost everyone is coming,' I said.
'No! I mean outside!' she said urgently. 'There's a cab at the door and someone is getting out of it. It's Mr. Holmes!'
Interesting though this news was, there was no-one other than myself sufficiently compos mentis to pay the least attention to it.
Withdrawing from Cecily's embrace, I joined Megan at the window, my prick still standing out like a tea-clipper's bowsprit.
'You could hang washing on that,' said Megan, taking hold of it and inspecting it with professionally dispassionate skill. 'But keep it away from the window panes, you're making them mist up with the heat.'
In spite of the rather domestic nature of her metaphor, I took it as a compliment, if you can make use of it,' I said, 'please do so.'
'As a working girl, I usually charge for such things,' she said. 'But I believe I may owe you some change from our first encounter. Anyway, there isn't the time now. Your Master is here.'
Sure enough, at that moment the door was opened and Holmes strode in.
'I see that you have been entertaining our guests,' he said, looking about him. Instinctively I dropped my hands, trying to conceal my straining member. Megan stood beside me, keeping her composure admirably in the circumstances. Neither Cecily, Gwendolen nor Lady M-reacted in any way whatsoever, so intent were they all on their activities.
'I, — I can explain-' I said nervously.
'There is no need for explanations, Scott,' he said, it does not take a detective's training to understand what is going on. Pray, continue, Ladies,' he said to the others. 'But it would be nice if there was somewhere to sit.'
I pulled the only spare easy chair in the room over to him, but instead he remained standing. Then he began his familiar pacing to and fro.
'The plot is developing fast,' he said, 'I have uncovered the blackmailing swine who is behind it all.'
'Possibly we should attempt to engage Lady M — 's attention,' I said.
'She does not look like a woman who is capable of coherent thought at the moment,' he said, casting an eye on the display revealed to all and sundry on the chaise longue. 'My experience in these matters tells me that we will have to wait a little while longer.'
Lady M-was indeed oblivious to everything but her own imminent coming. She was spread-eagled, her head thrown back and clutching at Count Gewirtz' memento as though it was the last hold on life of a drowning sailor. Her magnificent breasts were rising and falling as she busied herself with her fast approaching climax.
As for the others, Cecily appeared to have fallen into a light sleep curled up in front of the fire, her hands between her thighs. Gwendolen, not yet so far gone along the path of pleasure, was backed up against her chair, her knees raised, making repeated insertions of my likeness. There was a frown of concentration on her face as she looked down on her deft probing and teasing. It was clear that she was concentrating all her efforts on her clit, rather than seeking the deepest penetration.
'Ring for Mrs. Sayers, will you,' said Holmes to Megan. 'We are all about to need some restorative draft. Some Canary would be the most appropriate.' Then he looked at the mantelshelf. A small lacquered box that I had not seen before stood there. 'Fresh supplies from the Orient,' he said, picking it up. 'Lloyds confirmed that the ship was safely arrived in the Pool.'
The reference meant nothing to me but Holmes was obviously pleased. He prised open the tight-fitting lid of the box and sniffed delicately at the contents before reaching for his pipe. There followed the now familiar ritual of stuffing and tamping the smoking mixture into its capacious bowl. Finally he lit his pipe and sucked appreciatively at the stem.
'Not a habit of yours?' he asked me.
'I am a cigar man rather than a pipe smoker,' I answered.
'I have never been able to understand the enjoyment that there is to be got from such things.' “There are pleasures in life that you have yet to sample, Scott,' he said. 'But you will come to them in your own good time.'
Megan meanwhile had been twitching her nostrils as the aromatic smoke rose. 'From the Levant,' she said.
'Ah, my dear, so you have a connoisseur's nose for such things,' said Holmes.
'I came across it when I was working in Portsmouth,' she said. 'When the Fleet was in. Particularly when any ship had returned from station in the Mediterranean.'
They exchanged little grins of complicity while I was left with the uneasy feeling that I was missing the point of their exchanges.
'But what of the plot?' I asked.
Holmes took his pipe out of his mouth and looked me up and down. I was suddenly conscious of the fact that I was stark naked and that Mr. Pego was waving about as I talked. Holmes continued to look thoughtfully at me, one eyebrow raised as was his wont.
'Where is that charming dress you were wearing when I saw you last?' he said.
'Over there,' said Megan before I could gather my wits. 'On the floor in the corner. He threw it there when we started to play cards.'
'My dear,' he said to Megan, 'Could you do something about that?' He pointed to my plainly displayed pikestaff, 'I find it something of a distraction when I am trying to think.'
'Certainly, Sir,' she said.
Taking me carefully between finger and thumb she drew me aside. She began to squeeze my balls delicately but insistently. Then she knelt down in front of me. 'Soon have him discharged,' she said, looking up at Holmes. Then she took me in her mouth and, still massaging my balls, began to suck my straining cock. After my encounter with Cecily I was already close to my coming. Megan's skilled attentions soon provoked a first tingling response from my recharged testicles and then in no time at all I was beginning to feel a first surge of cum jetting down my prick. Megan held me in place and swallowed everything I could produce with consummate ease. After such an arduous day's duty, I was soon at the end although my pleasure remained unimpaired.
'That was quick,' said Holmes a moment or two later.
'He's had a busy time,' said Megan, practically wiping her lips delicately as the last drops leaked from my cock.
'And yours is a practised hand,' said Holmes.
'I am practised in all parts,' said Megan brightly. 'See, he's retreating out of sight already.'
'I suppose I owe you something for that?' I said to Megan, slightly put out by the way that I was being handled.
'No, no, allow me!' said Holmes, reaching into his pocket, 'I commissioned the job.'