relishing the moment that gave her a superiority over her elder sisters, but even in her victory she knew the limits to which she might drive them, particularly the sharp-tongued Bliss. She drew a deep breath. “Men,” she began, “have long things between their legs just like the animals. They are not, of course, as big as the stallions’, but they are larger than Papa’s hunting dogs’. Much larger ,” she said with a heavy emphasis.
“Ohhh,” whispered Larke and Linnette, their small mouths making perfect O’s at this revelation.
“Are they long and red like the animals’?” queried Delight. She was genuinely interested, for like her sisters, she would one day face this mystery. The key to overcoming fear, she knew, was a complete knowledge and understanding of what you were to face.
“It’s hard to see too much detail from the hayloft in the stables and barns,” admitted Vanora, “but it appears to me that only the tip of the man’s thing is a purplish red.”
“Get on with it!” hissed Bliss.
“Aye,” said Blaze, “I would know how the act is done if I am expected to do it tomorrow. Ohh, why did Mama not explain this to me? The earl will think me a perfect fool, although I do not expect virgins should have too much knowledge in these matters.”
“But we should know what is going on,” said Blythe. “Girls should really be taught what they should know in these matters. Say on, Vana. Though Bliss will not admit it, we are all dying of curiosity.”
“Sometimes the men kiss and cuddle the women. They seem to like to feel their titties, and slip a hand between the women’s legs. The women appear to like this, for they giggle and sigh and encourage the men onward. I’ve even seen some of the women fondle the men,” continued Vanora. “After a while this play ceases. There doesn’t seem to be any set period of time. With some it’s longer, and with others shorter. Finally the man will lay the woman upon her back, climb atop her, take his thing from his drawers, and stick it between her legs up into her belly.”
“I don’t believe you!” said Bliss furiously. “You have made it all up just to get our attention!”
“I do not care if you believe me or not,” retorted Vanora spiritedly, “ ’tis true! They call it fucking. The servants are always doing it in the barns. Just hide yourself in the haylofts, and you will see that I speak the truth!”
“You say you’ve seen Papa doing it with a milkmaid?” Bliss demanded. “When?”
“I’ve only seen Papa twice and both times it has been when Mama was ill,” came the answer.
“Do the women seem to like it, Vana?” asked Blaze.
“Aye, they do, but for the life of me I do not know why. It seems a silly way to have fun. The men bounce up and down on the women, who bounce right back at them. They moan and groan, and kiss and lick at each other. It certainly does not look to me like anything that I would want to do,” finished Vanora.
Larke and Linnette nodded their heads in unison, agreeing with their younger sister.
“Sometimes,” admitted Delight, “I think about what it would be like to have a man make love to me.”
“Humph!” snorted Bliss derisively.
“What of you, Blaze?” said Blythe. “It is, after all, you who are to be wed tomorrow. Have you thought of the earl’s loving you?”
“Until my betrothal I rarely thought of a man in that way,” said Blaze honestly. “There was no point to it. I did not know if I would ever marry, and who was there to even court us here at Ashby? Since my betrothal I have tried to think of what it will be like as Edmund Wyndham’s wife. Alas, the man is faceless to me! I try to dream of him, for it seems that I should, but it is hard when I do not know the man. I am afraid to make him something that he might not be, for then my disappointment would be hard to bear.”
“Do you think he is as handsome as his nephew?” wondered Blythe. “Do you think there is a
“Ohhh,” whispered Larke and Linnette, their small mouths making perfect O’s at this revelation.
“Are they long and red like the animals’?” queried Delight. She was genuinely interested, for like her sisters, she would one day face this mystery. The key to overcoming fear, she knew, was a complete knowledge and understanding of what you were to face.
“It’s hard to see too much detail from the hayloft in the stables and barns,” admitted Vanora, “but it appears to me that only the tip of the man’s thing is a purplish red.”
“Get on with it!” hissed Bliss.
“Aye,” said Blaze, “I would know how the act is done if I am expected to do it tomorrow. Ohh, why did Mama not explain this to me? The earl will think me a perfect fool, although I do not expect virgins should have too much knowledge in these matters.”
“But we should know what is going on,” said Blythe. “Girls should really be taught what they should know in these matters. Say on, Vana. Though Bliss will not admit it, we are all dying of curiosity.”
“Sometimes the men kiss and cuddle the women. They seem to like to feel their titties, and slip a hand between the women’s legs. The women appear to like this, for they giggle and sigh and encourage the men onward. I’ve even seen some of the women fondle the men,” continued Vanora. “After a while this play ceases. There doesn’t seem to be any set period of time. With some it’s longer, and with others shorter. Finally the man will lay the woman upon her back, climb atop her, take his thing from his drawers, and stick it between her legs up into her belly.”
“I don’t believe you!” said Bliss furiously. “You have made it all up just to get our attention!”
“I do not care if you believe me or not,” retorted Vanora spiritedly, “ ’tis true! They call it fucking. The servants are always doing it in the barns. Just hide yourself in the haylofts, and you will see that I speak the truth!”
“You say you’ve seen Papa doing it with a milkmaid?” Bliss demanded. “When?”
“I’ve only seen Papa twice and both times it has been when Mama was ill,” came the answer.
“Do the women seem to like it, Vana?” asked Blaze.
“Aye, they do, but for the life of me I do not know why. It seems a silly way to have fun. The men bounce up and down on the women, who bounce right back at them. They moan and groan, and kiss and lick at each other. It certainly does not look to me like anything that I would want to do,” finished Vanora.
Larke and Linnette nodded their heads in unison, agreeing with their younger sister.
“Sometimes,” admitted Delight, “I think about what it would be like to have a man make love to me.”
“Humph!” snorted Bliss derisively.
“What of you, Blaze?” said Blythe. “It is, after all, you who are to be wed tomorrow. Have you thought of the earl’s loving you?”
“Until my betrothal I rarely thought of a man in that way,” said Blaze honestly. “There was no point to it. I did not know if I would ever marry, and who was there to even court us here at Ashby? Since my betrothal I have tried to think of what it will be like as Edmund Wyndham’s wife. Alas, the man is faceless to me! I try to dream of him, for it seems that I should, but it is hard when I do not know the man. I am afraid to make him something that he might not be, for then my disappointment would be hard to bear.”
“Do you think he is as handsome as his nephew?” wondered Blythe. “Do you think there is a
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