Chapter 5

So it was that his dream of a threesome came true but not by his instigation. In his previous employ, the serving women and girls he had persuaded (or blackmailed) into allowing him his pleasure had all drawn the line at having more that one female in the bed. One had even told him she would burn in Hell if she allowed a woman to touch her private parts in that way. His upperclass near-child lover had suggested it as if it was the obvious solution.

He collected Eliza in the morning and brought her to Agatha’s hut, where Agatha was waiting. Eliza soon found herself undressed and then Agatha started to address the girl as she had been. Not with her mouth but with her hand. Since Eliza had only recently been engaged in stimulating the older sister in this way, she was not shocked, though she was surprised that Agatha was such a quick and keen learner. Eliza was less keen on being watched by a man whilst she did this, this seemed a little beyond the pale – to provide entertainment for an audience whilst having sex. Still, she reasoned, she had abandoned all past morals and principles in the basic requirement to stay alive. ‘What profits a man to keep all his principles and die instead’, she told herself.

Agatha was less keen when Crichton moved her face further and further down on the prone serving girl. She had not intended to do THAT. But she quickly perceived that what she had started had a life of its own. Eliza was not as easy to please as Agatha, the noble girl had to work hard but Crichton kept her at it. Agatha’s tongue was all but exhausted when Eliza finally complied with nature and gave a gasping response.

Now it was Eliza’s turn to want to rest and sleep but Crichton was revived by watching the show as dawn broke outside and Eliza found her sensitive and still delicate cunt forced open by the man’s insistence. He reached his own orgasm and delivered another load of sperm to the girl’s insides. ‘I will have to pace myself’ he thought to himself ‘I don’t think I can keep this up, especially with two more young women to service.’

In Eliza’s hut, occupied only by Catherine and Mary, the older sister was demonstrating to her middle sister what the fuss had been about the previous evening. “Oh my! And Eliza taught you that? My my! We must make especially efforts to help Crichton finish our huts so he can do it properly with us.” Catherine thought what Mary had done was all there was to it, she would discover later what the truth was.

So it was, when the men came across as the sun reached the ridge (as they had been requested); only Elspeth was up and preparing the breakfast fish porridge – nutritionous but not a dish that even Eliza would have sampled at home. Yet her breasts were still plainly to be seen from the hill coming down to the bay. The Earl of Loam found he was starting to miss the breasts and the rest of his young wife; he might have been less pleased to know that the Reverend and Mr Woolley were both thinking what they would like to do to Lady Loam. Mr Woolley’s fantasy was at least within the bounds of normal man and wife sexual experience. Reverend Treherne was imagining chasing Lady Loam along the sand then ripping off her lower clothing – so far so normal (-ish), but what he did then was less typical. It was only fantasy to ram into her behind hard and rough, and definitely not what a parson should be thinking, but his excuse was finding himself in such extremis. He was imagining what was happening to his own love, not knowing that the answer at that moment was nothing with a man but surprising actions with her own sister, and that might have made him even more lustful.

Nevertheless, their desire to survive was stronger than their desire for sexual satisfaction, they continued down the hill, saw Elspeth retrieve her upper clothing with a joint sigh (slightly disconcerting to Lord Loam) and waited around the low fire for people to appear. It was not lost on any of them that the two young girls and Crichton all came out of the one hut looking happy. It was lost on them that Catherine and Mary had a different look too. They both disappeared over beyond the rocks and both their love matches found themselves imagining watching their beloveds making puddles in the sand. Was it the heat that was bringing out such lustful thoughts? Perhaps it was.

They all ate together. Once more Crichton realised that the men (and women) were becoming more independent. He resolved to take the other two soon, in case he lost his chance.

Once the men had left, he informed Mary and Catherine that he would build an oval hut for them both. “When your time has come, the other can share with another for the night, or not. Just as you wish.” Mary and Catherine were not sure they wanted the other to watch as they sacrificed their maidenhood to this man, but at the same time they thought sharing a hut in the longer term might be good fun. They had shared a bedroom when they were younger and had regularly shared a bed when it was stormy; until their governess had told them that eleven year olds did not share, it was inappropriate. They had not understood why. Now they did (touching), and rather regretted having to wait until their late teens to see what they looked like.

“Mr Crichton, I wonder, if we are to share. How would it be if the one ‘unsullied’ lady was required to dress as the others? It hardly seems fair to have one left with her ... her bosom hidden. If the men see they will know.” Catherine asked.

“As for the men, we must try to cover up before the sun reaches the visiting mark; as to the other, just as you like. I have an idea! We have enough food, I do not need to forage or hunt today. Perhaps one of you can be available this afternoon and the other tonight. That way tomorrow all can be -”

“All tits to the wind.” Agatha interrupted. There was silence for a moment, and then they all burst out laughing.

“As Agatha says, but perhaps not those rather crude words. By the way, I understand that you two spied on your sister yesterday. It hardly seems fair to watch her having her virginity taken; I had envisaged later that this might happen in twos or even more. I shall be imposing a punishment on the two of you – like boys were given at school. A spanking.”

“I believe that all three received such treatment when they were younger, is that not so girls?” Elspeth said.

“It is, mamma – our birth mother rather than our step-mamma – felt it important to drum manners into us.” Mary agreed. “She would watch whilst the governess took us to task. I think Old Mother Reilly enjoyed it.” Mrs Reilly, one of the governesses who came and went periodically, did indeed enjoy delivering a spanking, even over their bloomers. She never had the courage to remove the underclothes.

So the last hut was oval in shape to allow more space. In time that extra space would make it more of a general meeting hut for the women. It took a little longer but looked good when finished. Crichton was tired out, but true to his word, he invited Mary in to ‘christen the bedroom’. She found her clothing removed in double quick time. He was fascinated to see that her light hair was reflected between her legs. She had a good growth of light brown curls which did not hide the fleshy slit that advertised itself there. “Before we start...”