Chapter 9

“Competition? What competition?” the duchess asked.

“Well, I don’t know how it arose, but there was a question on how many climaxes a woman can have. By mid afternoon, the discussion had moved to see. The warm pool room was chosen, I sat on the edge; Sarah and Arabella were feet to feet on one of the steps, washed by water, and Harriet was on the one above. Naturally, watching three women rubbing themselves, I quickly came; and that was me out of the race.”

“May I ask? Where was Alcuida? Oh, and if you filled the water with your stuff, might you not cause a problem?”

“Alcuida opted not to do this, she went for a walk. I think her nun’s training stopped her making sex into a competition.

The three of them came nearly together, as you might expect. They were all near each other and feeling and hearing each getting hotter and breathing harder. Then they carried on. I kept count. They each rubbed themselves on and on. The rules – as I defined – was that they could not leave the room, even I. So when they needed to urinate.” The older woman looked surprised at the soldier using that word, it was educated. She didn’t know about his past. “When we did, we had to do it there. I watched as Sarah just kept rubbing as water bubbled up; Arabella stopped and directed a little fountain into the water to the side; Harriet stopped but just let the water dribble over her and down the next step and past the other women. Then they carried on. Shall I carry on?”

“Who won?” Sarah asked.

“Oh, well, actually it was Harriet. She was very, very sore; but she can be very, very determined. Arabella gave up when she need the other kind of excretion. She said there was no way that she would do that there just to win a competition. Sarah continued a bit longer, I think she managed five, one after the other. Harriet made it to seven. Her thighs and her ‘place’ were pink and raw by then. She had to lie in the water for the rest of the afternoon, eat her meal in there, and then I rubbed some rabbit fat into her. That ... well that was soothing and she asked me to carry on. She is very...”

“Licentious?”

“No, I was going to say, physical, but I wasn’t sure if that was the right word.

Well she won, and then we went to bed and slept. Well they did. After all that I was ready for another go. Harriet came to join me for warmth, realised I was hard, and lay on top of me with her hand on my stick. When I came, she scooped some up and pushed it into my hole. I don’t know why, just for fun. Her stomach and mine were sticky.”

“If I may, this sounds like the story of a man’s fantasy. Are you sure it all happened?” Duchess Madeline asked.

“It was a fantasy of course, but it came true. I would not dare make it up.”

“And in all this, you were never tempted to bone my sister’s tight cunt?”

“Sarah! Your language is getting worse!”

“No, Lady Sarah. I WAS tempted, as I have said I think; but I did not do it.”

“Right, so, anything else to report?” Lady Sarah asked

“No, well, not really.”

“Go on ... better get it all out.”

Robert continued “Well, I left four days later, as you know. In that time I did have carnal knowledge of the three older girls, several times.

It wasn’t my fault, it was too easy. We had lots of time and, well, they were willing.”

“So not your fault, you are just a poor lonely prick being forced to do stuff.”

“Sarah! I will NOT tell you again! Perhaps I’ll get Master Robert here to spank your bare behind for using such language.

No, mister, take that look off your face.

How many times, and more importantly, what about Harriet? I don’t care about the silly bitches getting ovened by you.” ‘Ovened’ referred to having ‘a bun in the oven’, it was a popular term at that time.

Robert took a breath: “Alcuida three times, Arabella once, Sarah twice and a half. Harriet not at all.”

“What is a half?”