Chapter 6

Christopher Conch was looking at the naked body of Lavine Belmont. In the other bed in her room, her roommate Lady Carter (she was the third daughter, unlikely to inherit anything at all from the impoverished estate) was pretending to sleep, and watching through hooded eyes. She had nearly spoken when Lavine came in with a man. She had watched as Miss Belmont had simply undressed when told to. She had watched as the man had undressed as well; and then been amazed to see his weapon was more like a hosepipe than a truncheon.

Now he was looking almost sorrowful at the young woman’s naked body, lying on her back, legs open and ready. With such an offer, even Caroline Carter was finding her crotch getting damp. She would happily mount the woman and grind her pelvis against the other; she had done this with sisters, cousins and old schoolfriends even though she preferred the attentions of a man. She was no innocent virgin. In fact her holidays were taken up with spending a lot of time in bed in foreign countries. Last summer she had spent a very happy climbing holiday with three men, who had started doubtful, then pleasantly surprised, and finally jealous of each other. They had climbed half of the Alps they had intended to climb, but all had enjoyed the evenings – which usually extended into the next morning until lunchtime. The housemaids of the hostels they stayed in often found themselves willed into joining the nest of legs and arms that they found in bed together.

So, the young, shy, Christopher Conch was looking at the open, very willing cunt of Lavine Belmont and thinking he would rather not, thank you. Caroline Carter was wondering whether to help out.

“I’m sorry, I do not desire your undoubted charms. I had hoped that I could find out what a woman was like.”

“No offence taken.” Miss Belmont replied. “You prefer men? So do I, though I’ll take a woman if there is nothing else on offer. I wonder. If I turned over, could you pretend this was a man?” She turned over and lay legs open, and pulled her buttocks open to reveal her other hole.

“You are offering me your ... your bottom?”

“You wouldn’t be the first. Although it has been a while. My cousin, when I was younger ... we didn’t want me to get pregnant. I didn’t really like it, but it was okay.” With that she fingered that hole, he watched with wide eyes as her feminine fingers pushed their way in. He knew that you were meant to check the bowel was empty first; she hadn’t. He knew that you were meant to use lubricant; she hadn’t.

He looked around, found some hand cream and smeared it on himself. Yes, he could just about cope with fucking this girl anally. Lady Carter watched as a man in her room lifted the girl’s bottom so she was kneeling with her head on the pillows and then pushed hard to enter her with his eyes closed. He had told her to say nothing. In this way he was able to imagine that this was the tight arse of one of the boys in the school. He had never touched any of them, but he had dreamt, day-dreamed, and fantasised about it. For her part, she wanted to groan and moan at the combination of pleasure and pain; being forbidden made it even better. Caroline Carter now had a hand between her legs. It would stay there for the whole duration of Conch’s visit.