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Jesse, to her disgust, was still told she was too young to have sex with Cavendish. All of the other three agreed. There were physical reasons – “If you got pregnant you could be damaged when so young”; and emotional – “you’re so young, you don’t know what you want”. But of course this all just made her more determined.
Finally a compromise was reached; under protest from both Marie and Jesse. Marie thought the compromise arrangement would be impossible for Cavendish to stick to; Jesse thought the compromise arrangement was restricting her rights as a woman. She was determined to be treated as a woman rather than a child.
Jesse became a full member of the bed sharing group, she would share with her mother – who avoided sexual contact, and Mary – who did not. And she would share with Cavendish.
Mary introduced her to pleasuring another. Mary’s fingers stroked her downy mons and Jesse shivered with pleasure. She taught Jesse to pleasure her quietly – often when Cavendish was similarly pleasuring her mother.
Cavendish and Marie had sex sometimes, but often still it was easier to finger each other or use a tongue to overwhelm the natural hesitation of having sex in a room with others present (if not visible).
When Cavendish and Jesse shared, Jesse would try and seduce him; and it wasn’t unusual for him to feel his resistance falling away. Nobody would have interfered; not Marie and certainly not Mary. Marie recognised that Jesse had reached an age to decide for herself whatever her mother said. Yet he held back “Wait until you are fourteen”
“What’s so important about fourteen? It’s just an age. The things Mother has told me about her life back East show that yes, a girl there probably isn’t ready when she’s eighteen or even older. But I’ve had more experience than most girls ever have. I’ve seen things, done things and felt things” and here she squeezed his erect prick which she was stroking for him “that girls my age wouldn’t normally see, do or feel. I’m old enough”
“True, all true. Some might say you shouldn’t have had to experience all that, but you did and it doesn’t seem to have done you any harm. But – stop that! It’s not fair, that’s way too distracting!
As I was saying, it isn’t just your emotional maturity. You have to think about your physical maturity too”
“You think you’ll be too big for me?”
“That isn’t what I meant and you know it!” He was laughing now, he’d never claimed to be excessively big; he was pretty sure she could accommodate him, though the first time would be uncomfortable “I mean the repercussions. If you got pregnant you wouldn’t want to be too small. Remember, the baby has to come out of this same hole that I’d go in” He stroked her little slit and she gave a shiver of delight, she loved when he did that; the trouble was he loved when she gave that shiver of delight. Everybody, Jesse included, had been scrupulously careful not to push a finger inside and break her open; when he had demonstrated oral sex on her for the first time she thought she’d die and go to heaven and begged him to push something, anything, inside her while she came. But still she had managed to remain ‘intacta’. He had been tempted to take her other hole, but that seemed wrong for a young girl. Her first sex should be vaginal he thought, though he admitted to himself that hadn’t applied with other girls.
Mary was a different matter. She was old enough and keen enough and sure enough it all happened. One day the two of them were in the mine, not really digging as much as they had been. A piece of rock fell away from a fault in the face. Perhaps they were both too horny, they looked at the face and saw the fault as a fleshy, stone female pudendum, and the piece of rock on the ground looked, in the dim light, for all the world like a stone phallus. They looked at each other and suddenly found themselves pulling each other’s clothes off. They were dirty, sweat stained and dusty but it didn’t matter, they were just unable to stop this time.
Mary had persuaded herself that she wasn’t so worried about sex but Marie had noticed how she watched Cavendish on the bath nights. Now it was true that they all looked forward to the bath night, but each in a different way. Cavendish always got a raging erection as the naked women moved around him; he’d tried to explain the pleasure he got in simply being able to voyeuristically watch the three of them. They saw it as simple sexual desire, and were happy with that, but it was more than that; there was something erotically artistic about them. None were Rubens’ style nudes, they lived frugally and in a hard environment; they were toned, honed and beautifully crafted females. Their breasts ranged from Marie’s full and delectable through Mary’s shapely and firm to Jesse’s still growing pubescent pyramids. Their bottoms moved with grace and rounded freedom (his description to himself, he would have struggled to explain what he meant except to point at them as explanation it itself). Marie looked forward to seeing Cavendish and his erection, could feel it inside her in her memory; she also liked to see her own daughter moving steadily to proper womanhood, mostly though it was the feeling that she might get lucky with him again. Jesse made sure she was seen naked by Cavendish, to her fullest advantage preferably, but she too liked to be seen by the others. As she said once to the other two women, jokingly “You’ve reached your peak, it’s downhill now for you. I’m still getting more and more attractive, isn’t that true Cavendish?” (who had replied “don’t drag me into this”). The two women had jumped on her and tickled her until she screamed for mercy. There was no pretence about her, and none towards her. She wanted to be seen as a sexual being and ready for sex; the others simply said that she wasn’t ready. Mary watched Cavendish as much or more than the other two. She was desperate not to be a simpering woman dependent upon her man, but she was also as desperate as Jesse to feel a man inside her. She never actually said she was a virgin, but, unlike Jesse, she had done away with any hymen long ago; but a finger is not the same as the lusty thrust of a rampant prick. She didn’t know what the difference would be, but she knew she wanted to find out with him.
Now they were doing precisely that. Not the careful, rosy-glowed, first sex of a young married wife. This was the rough, rutting session of two people desperate to consummate their bodies together. It was loud, because nobody could hear; and it was frantic and frenetic; and it lasted a couple of hours! Not that either held out that long, but once they started, they each came and then went at the other. The sex was all sorts, vaginal, oral and finally anal, for both of them! Cavendish felt himself stretched by her fingers and groaned with pained delight until he found a kind of orgasm flowing over him. They lay, at the end, exhausted, sore, and very, very happy. It had not been unusual to find themselves in need to make water and the two miners had initially moved far away but then less and less far. Those that wanted to watch, could. Mary had certainly watched as Cavendish produced an arc of golden liquid reflecting in the dim light; and Cavendish had watch her crouching and producing her shorter fountain. Now they both found the anal invasions required them both urgently to expel some shit. They moved away from each other, amongst the rubble, but yet Cavendish found himself positioning himself to be able to break that ultimate taboo. He watched her as the waste was ejected. He was disgusted with himself, and surprised as well as his well-used and sore cock struggle to attention even with this view of the young woman’s rump. It seemed that he was a pervert, he decided; and then shrugged and watched some more as she wiped her arse with a stone. She knew, or at least suspected, she was being watched; but knew that if she hadn’t bent over there and then the poo would have come regardless. At least the light was dim, she thought.
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