Chapter 12

Madeline was bereft when her first daughter left, she moped around the castle, she insisted on rooms being cleaned that had not been used for a decade, she remonstrated with lowly servants over nothing (which terrified them) and was nice as pie to others when they broke something (which terrified them even more). So when Harriet, Robert and the entourage was ready to travel to their new estate, she went with them. Just for a visit, she said. Of course it would be, but for how long?

The house was a wonder, especially because it was a house. It was a statement that peace had come, there was no need for massive stone walls and portcullises and towers. It was a comfortable house in ways that even the living accommodation in the castle could never be. The design was clever. The master bedroom was in a wing with the wifely suite connected by a door; no need to go into the corridor. At first sight, the rooms for the other noble ladies were only accessible by the corridor. But a gallery ran down the south side of the house – for walking when the weather was inclement. Each of the ladies’ rooms had a door onto this as well. What was less obvious was that these doors to the gallery passed through a small ante-room before reaching the bedchamber. The anteroom had panels at either side which opened. The master bedroom therefore could access any of the other ladies’ without being visible from corridor or gallery.

Duchess Madeline was installed in the furthest of these rooms, they being the nicest rooms, and the real ‘guest’ rooms not being finalised to a sufficient standard. Duchess Madeline had standards and would not take kindly if she thought she was being treated less than she was due. She did not notice the opening side door at first. One side was simply a normal panel, only the way along towards the master bedroom included the semi-secret door.

The two noble ladies had to share until such time as Madeline left; they occupied the next bedroom, with Alcuida in the closest to the mistress and master. It was a surprisingly short time before Robert was dispatched by his new wife to seek solace in another’s arms. It was not that Harriet did not enjoy his attention, but she was still young and small and easily stretched and pummelled sore. So she suggested he ensure the others were well settled.

He visited Alcuida and she offered to sit astride him so as not to damage the growing child within. He was restrained and considerate and watched as – at his instigation – she pleasured herself with him deep inside. The growing baby would have found itself flooded with pleasure hormones; as it grew it would learn to appreciate this and perhaps would arrive with an unconscious knowledge of what pleasures awaited in fifteen or so years.

The following night, it was inevitable that Sarah and Arabella might suggest a visit from their satyr. They had heard noises from their bedroom, and moved round to listen at Alcuida’s door. There was no doubting that she had a man with her, and no doubting who that would be. Of all the ladies – including Harriet – Alcuida was the least likely to take some other man to her bed. She, and he, clearly achieved pleasure.

But they were in one large bed, could they get Robert in with them. They were pushing at an open door. After previous escapades that had happened in full view of each other, the more normal pyramid of pleasure in a bed was quite respectable. Once more, the ladies opted not to be under him. Arabella found ‘the whore’s delight’ was her preference – on all fours with him pumping her behind. He told Sarah to use her fingers to stroke Arabella’s cunny at the same time. Sadly that only resulted in him firing into Arabella even earlier. He had intended that she should reach orgasm with him, but instead she lay on her back whilst the two played with all her bits until she came.

Sarah was a different case, she liked to be ridden; but it was true, riding her roughly might cause a problem, so she rode him roughly instead. Facing away, towards his feet, she enjoyed his fingers insistently delving her other hole. Her hand was determinedly playing with her female cock and she reached climax quickly: once and then again. They slept in a mixture of naked arms and legs and when the new maid, only recently employed, arrived, she was confused as to what to look at. The three laughed at their common maid’s embarrassment at seeing hairy cunt and hairy balls. Robert informed her that whatever she saw she should not repeat to others – if she wanted to keep her skin on her back. She curtsied and went out for more bread and wine for the visitor.

Of course Madeline had heard the noise; she had surmised that the three unmarried women were not accompanying Robert and Harriet simply for good form of giving birth to their bastards away from the gossips. Now she knew she was right. What was it that this man had?

The next morning, she put her arm through Harriet’s “My dear, let use walk. Show me where the spring comes up. We can have a little talk.” As they walked out of the house, through the gate and then across the grass, an observer would have seen the mother talking quietly then her daughter looking shocked, and then bursting out laughing.

“Ohh! Hahaha! Oh! I ... hahah! Yes, yes, if you want. Shall I arrange it? Oh, dear, mother! That is sooooo. Ohhhhh hahahahaha”

“Yes, alright. Look, I just ... well.”

“Relax Mumsy. I don’t mind sharing. Only...”

“What? Oh, you don’t want to swap? I don’t -”

“No! That isn’t what I meant. Oh, that would be disgusting! With Daddy! Oh, God!”

“Well?”

“I was going to say, I have to persuade Robert.

Oh, I’m sure I can. I can...” she suddenly had an idea, she liked the idea. “only I warn you, you have to be willing. I mean really willing. He likes ... well he likes the other. You know, the other! Yes, ah, the groat drops! Yes, he likes fucking me ... and others ... up the arse. He likes the woman to ask him, beg him in fact. I think the lower classes are rather keen on it amongst themselves.” That last comment appealed to her mother’s snobbish superiority complex. Still, she’d started now, she had asked her daughter to let her have sex with Robert. She could hardly say she changed her mind.

Harriet went to see Robert, kissed him and simply said: “Will you fuck mother please? She wants to know what you’re like.”

He looked at her quizzically, trying to see the joke. “Oh? Oh, you are serious! You want me to ... is this normal in your family? Did you and your brother?”

“No, of course we bloody didn’t! I was young when I met you, Michael is a good brother. Anyway, you fucked my sister happily enough. Now I’m asking you to treat my mother. Yes, treat. I hate to say it, but you are big, and good, and I haven’t heard any complaints. And heard is right. She told me she could hear you and the strumpet sisters.”

“Is that what you call them? That’s rather rude and unfair; but funny too. Like a small singing entertainment

Oh well, okay, if I must.”

“You must, if you want to suck on my tits when they are full of tasty milk.” Such a bargain! Fuck the mother and suck his wife’s milky breasts. Sounded like a win-win to him. Harriet was convinced that having sex with such an old woman would be an imposition on him, a sacrifice. In truth he quite fancied being embedded between the thighs of this posh lady. He had momentary concerns that if the Duke heard he would be eating his own nads for dinner, but figured that the Duchess would be sharing them with him, so she probably wouldn’t tell.

So the arrangement was made. Robert would make his way to her bedroom and ‘let things happen’. She wasn’t bad looking, and Robert, being substantially older than his young bride, was not so much younger than her. Her bottom, he mused, was undoubtedly larger than her two daughters; but her stomach was not so huge (unlike Lady Maria, who was ‘a fucking huge elephant’, as a soldier had once said in her hearing. He hadn’t said much after she arranged for his tongue to be removed) that he would find it difficult to discover her cunt.