Chapter 21

Three people could not wait for the groups to break up and retire. Mrs Dolmaine observed Miss Havers and Mr Small; she was not some blind biddy who rode to hounds each week; she ‘saw’ what men often did not. She had noticed how several visits had mild detours to a small primary school; an interesting conversation with Miss Marchant has raised her suspicions. Well, why not? As long as no scandal resulted.

“Miss Havers, so nice to see you here. I enjoyed your presentation on teaching in small schools. I liked some of your suggestions on how to improve our education for the little ones.

I was interested to hear that your views on punishment have changed. I understand you have had further conversations with Mr Small concerning this? Quite right. I hope you both feel you benefit.”

“Mrs Dolmaine.” Miss Havers did a little curtsey (and Mrs Dolmaine wondered if she still wore frilly knickers rather than sensible ones). “Yes I think we do.”

“I hope you take the opportunity to debate with him this weekend. My husband has just arrived. I feel sure we shall discuss much late into the night.” That was as close as she could get to saying that she approved of their relationship. They were young, she had discovered that desire doesn’t die even in later life. She had learnt a little tolerance since finding her husband in the stables with a laundry maid; instead of dismissing the girl and being angry with the man, she had told them both that they had to submit to her carpet beater until she was satisfied. Then she sent her husband away and kept the girl to satisfy her own lusts. She’d enjoyed that variety, but told her husband that he had better include her in any future such activities.

As the evening ended, Mrs Dolmaine and her husband were role-playing. She was a lady caught in an act of unspecified illegality, so she was now blackmailed to deliver whatever the man before her demanded. She was kneeling with her skirts high and pleading (as part of the play) with him not to force himself upon her. She was loving this; he was imagining her as a much thinner and younger woman, but then she was remembering Conrad Lomax from when she was twenty.

In Jack’s room, he was sharing the note from Miss Pritchard. “So, what ... I mean...?”

“Can you both undress? Then you can both undress me, if you would.” Andrea Pritchard responded. “Then I want this young lady to ensure I am suitably excitated, and then, Jack, I want you to impose yourself. Hard and rough. I want to be taken as a virgin should be.” She had an odd idea of what should happen to untouched ladies. “Then I want to see you take this young woman up her behind, as that book described.” Regina Havers paled slightly, she was to be anally assaulted for the erotic excitement of Miss Pritchard. ‘Oh well’ she thought. ‘I’m having a lot of pleasure with this man. I was intending to have him do that, just not as a music hall show.’ Regina looked at Andrea’s carefully groomed patch; she had thought about this a lot, it seemed. Andrea Pritchard did not want kissing or stroking or love bites. She wanted a tongue to lick between her lower lips until she was excited, then she wanted a man to force his way all the way in. She wanted to feel forced to give up her maidenhood, she was sure every pure woman should hesitate to give herself. As to having a woman providing early lubrication, she had heard of this at school, and wanted to know why it was good. It was very good. She lay on the bed with her legs together and felt a rush of pleasure as a naked woman opened her knees and hesitatingly pushed her face in towards another woman’s private parts. Regina had not done this before, she was actually quite innocent, despite dropping her underwear for Jack in her classroom. Still, she knew what she liked herself. She parted the woman’s lips and used her tongue in the way she used her own fingers on herself. Andrea Pritchard began to murmur. The sounds were more animal than human. It was clear that Regina was doing something right.

Twenty minutes in, Jack was thinking he should take control. He moved Regina to one side, keeping her hand in place to keep the woman’s cunny open. “Yes, come on.” were the first words that Andrea said that made sense. So he did. He pushed into her in a few short strokes. She gasped as she was opened for the first time. It was a delicious feeling; not unlike the feeling of having a large poo, she realised. In this, she pre-dated Freud by several years, but she didn’t publish so the world never knew.

Jack was excited, it had been a while since he had had a virgin, there was something special about being first. The result was that perhaps he was a little more rigorous than he might have been; that meant he came quicker than he had intended or wanted. Riding a woman on her back with her breasts gyrating and her lips ready for kissing, was a true delight. He felt himself shooting threads into her and wished he could have taken longer. Andrea lay back smiling. She looked at Regina. ‘Oh, my! She wants me to lick her again! But his spend is there! Well ... I shall obey.’ Actually Andrea was just looking, in a calm reverie. When Jack pulled out and moved to one side, Regina went back to her task. Andrea relished the tongue sliding over her sensitive, slightly sore parts. She was discovering what Regina already knew, that a degree of pain was actually quite enjoyable.

Regina licked the mixture of female and male fluids; it wasn’t nice, but she liked the feeling of being naughty, she like the idea of being punished. Jack was lucky, he knew that. He had two women who both appreciated the seamier side of sex. He knew some of his friends had married pure young ladies who performed their duty in bed, as a duty. One had told him that he was married to the Virgin Mary – the man had been drunk else he would not have said such a thing.

“Well, if she is cleaning you, then you can clean me.” he said, and pushed his semi-erect penis to Andrea’s mouth. She had not intended this, but she opened her mouth, regardless. The taste was salty, almost pleasant. She found it hard to concentrate as Regina did her work.

“Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!” Andrea came out with a small sound for what was an intense orgasm. Jack found that his erection came back up to full stiffness for being in a woman’s mouth. He looked at Regina, still lapping the other’s groin, her own bottom up in the air. He moved round and spied the hole that Andrea was saying he should invade. He was more than willing, and had brought some butter in his handkerchief and now he wiped it on his cock and around her rear entrance.

“Oh? Already?” was Regina had to say as the slippery fats were added and then a hard rod pushed against her tight shut anus. Andrea wrapped her legs around the woman’s back, and held her head with her hands. Jack pushed hard and broke open the tight shut ring of muscle. Regina was shocked at how the other two were enjoying her discomfort; and a little surprised that she was enjoying it too. He had little to give, it was too soon, but he loved the feeling.

The three got into his bed for a brief rest, and awoke when one of the housemaids came in with tea. She gave a smile, curtsied and said “I’ll get two more cups sir. Only, should you like me to get some clothes for the two ladies?” The two ladies slept on, and Jack nodded. He would have to make sure to tip Mary Magellan well.

Two more cups of tea were duly produced and the door shut. “Oh my! We are undone!” Andrea Pritchard said. “Everyone will know.”

“Not so. This is a stately home. I have heard that many a weekend was spent trying to discover who had visited which room. Mary – the maid – told me that she was never surprised when she entered a room to discover it empty ... or full. She told me that on one occasion she found five legs protruding from a bed. The owner of the room had only one leg, the owner of the other legs were similar to your novel, one male, one female. Only they were brother and sister.”

The two women sat up, amazed at what they were hearing. Having been to university, Jack Small was less surprised at such antics. There was a knock, the two ladies dived under the covers; and Mary came in with another maid, each carrying morning clothes for the ladies. The other maid was new and less able to keep a straight face.

The question of washing, Jack noticed was harder for the women than nakedness. If it was acceptable to be naked, to be watched whilst washing was less acceptable. He watched, nevertheless. The need to make water was desperate in all three, they took turns to look away whilst the other filled the receptacle to near overflowing. Jack resolved that problem by pouring some out on the balcony, down the drain pipe. “The weeds will grow better round that outflow, I fear.”

Getting out of the room was not as difficult as it might have been. Since Jack was in the main part of the building, there was no need to creep past other bedrooms. He checked that the immediate corridor was empty and then called them out. Miss Havers room companion was at breakfast, looking, it has to be said, as if she had once more had little sleep. Purely out of badness, Regina were over and greeted her, and then said, very quietly, “I hope you douche well after,” and walked away with a smile.

“Ah, Mr Small! I am glad to have caught you before the proceedings start. Do you have a minute? It is about Miss Pritchard; you remember her? She is here at the conference. Did you know?” Dr Waite greeted him. Jack wondered if he was been led down a road to be sacked.

“Yes, Dr Waite, I did. I think she was able to take the Inspector’s place did she not?”

“Yes indeed. I had the opportunity to have a conversation with her yesterday. The committee had come to the conclusion that we must include a lady to help with your inspections. No criticism is intended, but perhaps a lady might be able to investigate areas that a man may not? We have offered Miss Pritchard a post as assistant to yourself.”