Chapter 5

What followed were a few days like a man might dream of in a wanking dream on his own. Four women, one man. Even the youngest, the one not to be fucked under any circumstance, even she was willing to do things that the average respectable working woman might hesitate to allow. The upper class women here just went with whatever they were asked. They told themselves that they were protecting their young superior class companion; but that was more of an excuse to allow the kind of action that a fetid and febrile imagination could come up with; particularly since Harriet was engaging in much the same – except vaginal intrusion.

Naturally the offer of their pretty cunts was accepted with alacrity by Robert; he ploughed his furrow through their untouched snatches with a dedication that should have been a lesson to many. He fucked Sarah one night, five times. He had to sleep most of the next day, in fact he slept until Arabella came and stroked his sleeping penis to flagpole again and invited him in. She was a little jealous of the all night long noises coming from his bed.

Every one of them learnt to suck a man off; they were encouraged to practice over and over. Everyone found ways of accepting him up their rear end. That always took place in the pool because the water made the tight entrance easier. Three of them discovered the various positions for sex. Harriet watched as one or other rocked as they sat astride the man, facing up or down. She watched and remembered as his fingers invaded their other holes, whichever one he was fucking. She watched and finally grabbed Sarah when she had sucked off Robert’s dick; and she kissed Sarah and took her mouthful of semen; and then kissed Arabella with it. Arabella didn’t make it to Alcuida before swallowing it by accident.

The couplings were, at first always or nearly always a man with a woman; but watching a woman bending over a log in the woods, or standing in the warm water, or sitting on the edge of the pool either at the height of the man’s hips or his head, or simply lying on her back in the gathering gloom of evening and moaning gently as he pushed deeper and deeper; it all made the others horny as hell. The first female-female couplings were more by way of being desperation. A woman might head into the forest to please herself, or she might find herself riding another’s thigh simply to get the need out of the way. Within a day or so the women realised that they were not ruled by male authority that decreed female on female sex as ‘unable to bear fruit and therefore anathema to God’. The one man there was no cleric, the one cleric (or past cleric) was as willing to engage with women as men. She described in detail the perversions the nuns had engaged in, confident that they could confess all and be forgiven. She suggested that satisfying a God-given desire was probably not a sin. The one man there had no objection to seeing two women writhing in passion; there would have been a time when such activity would have been condemned and one of the women would have been encouraged to say the other had put a spell on her and then one would have been condemned as a witch and burned and then the other would have been whipped naked (because that punishment turned a lot of men on). Just as they were turned on by seeing one of their number getting a good seeing-to; he was turned on by seeing two women doing the same.

At first there was some diffidence about being seen – what Harriet had called a sex show; she informed what a servant had once told her about brothels and shocked the other three women, but not the man (who had been at such shows). It went too. Lying on that step, in the warm water, with a man on top gently creating waves that ran up the body and broke on the breasts was just too pleasant to wait until the place was empty – which never happened.

Robert with two women was bound to happen. With four women, if he was servicing one, and two of them were together, that left one to fend for herself. It didn’t take long for her to be welcomed into the pairing. In fact the first threesome was three women; Robert had injected Arabella with a massive dose of spunk on ‘that’ step. In the deeper warm water, the two of them watched as three women variously played with each other. Harriet was turned into a sandwich and admitted that fingers inside both holes, kisses on her lips and neck at the same time, breasts squashing against her back and front, was quite the most delightful and decadent orgasm she had had since first discovering this as a means of going to sleep at night.

It was natural, therefore, for Robert and Alcuida to invite Sarah over when she was the odd one out. She looked at Harriet and Arabella, she looked at Robert and Alcuida, shrugged and then moved to join them. All night, Robert switched from one to the other and back. When he was tired, they slid together and carried on. When he recovered, he rapidly found one or other to insert his growing member and the two girls barely stopped what they were doing – which helped get his ardour fully erect as he invaded Sarah from behind. She gave a little yelp and rearranged him. She wasn’t anywhere near ready to have him deep inside the first hole he tried.