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Authors: Kate Pearce

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“You see this, James? This is where you must suck her next. Think of it as a miniature cock; make her come.”

“My pleasure.”

James leaned forward, his thick hair brushing her thigh, his breath warm on her sex. She struggled to look down, saw him lick Peter’s fingers and then her clit. A pang of pure lust shot straight to her womb. His mouth closed around her and within a short while she climaxed, thrusting her hips upward to keep his mouth working her, Peter’s fingers moved in harmony to James’s, and her body stretched like a bow with sheer pleasure.

When she opened her eyes, James was kneeling up again, his attention fixed on Peter, who was trying to tighten the laces of her gown.

“I thought this evening was about you two and your pleasure, not mine,” Abby whispered.

James kissed her knee just above her garter. “It’s about all of us, Abby, don’t you know that yet?”

He returned to his seat and Peter pulled down her skirts. She realized the carriage was slowing down.

“Are we home yet?”

Peter kissed her cheek. “We’re not ready to go back yet. We’re going to Madame Helene’s where we can be together without upsetting the servants or the neighbors.” He drew the hood of her cloak over her now-disheveled hair. “Please keep yourself covered until we reach the safety of our room.”

Abby allowed James to help her out of the carriage. She clung to his arm, barely noticed the grandness of the white building they entered and the luxurious, overperfumed surroundings. They took her up a set of backstairs, surrounding her with their masculine presence as if she were a precious object that needed to be guarded. She didn’t object, the sensation too novel and exciting to be denied.

She entered a bedchamber that was large and decorated in the colors of the sea. Soft blue walls with mother-of-pearl finishes, the rest of the furniture cream, white and silver. A huge bed covered in an oyster-silk counterpane and matching pillows dominated the space. Abby leaned against the door, her slippered feet sinking into pale aqua carpet.

James ripped off his coat, waistcoat and cravat, the bulge in his pantaloons obvious, his intention to get started even more so. Peter merely stared at them both, a slight smile playing over his face.

“James, stand next to Abby and hold her hand.”

Abby shivered as James stopped undressing and came to stand beside her, his gaze fixed on Peter.

“I want you both to understand how much I appreciate you.”

James moved restlessly, his shoulder bumping Abby’s.

“We know that.”

“Good, because I want to show you just how much.” He bowed to Abby. “Help James out of his pantaloons and he will help you with your gown.”

James took little time to strip her gown away, leaving her in a single thin petticoat, corset and stockings. It took her longer to help him because of the tightness of his pantaloons and the wetness that made the cloth stick to his flesh. Finally they were ready to face Peter again.

He smiled. “James, hold up your shirt; Abigail, hold up your petticoat.”

He sank to his knees in front of them, his face on level with Abby’s mound and James’s cock. Looking up at them, he wrapped one hand around James’s shaft and slid three fingers up inside Abby. He smiled again.

“One hand for each of you. My mouth, you will have to share.”

Abby closed her eyes as he thrust his fingers inside her, his mouth alighting on her clit and then moving to the crown of James’s cock as he worked his shaft. James rhythmically gripped her hand as Peter worked him, groaning with pleasure as she moaned alongside him. Her nails dug into his palm as she reached another climax, knew he had come too when he crushed her fingers so hard she thought he’d broken them.

 

Peter stayed where he was, licked the come off James’s cock and then the cream trickling down Abigail’s thigh. Desperate for relief, his own shaft throbbed within the confines of his pantaloons. James grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“Your turn now, Mr. Howard.”

He allowed James to bring him down to the carpet and tear open his breeches. Abigail knelt beside him too, her attention fixed on his straining cock.

“We’ll take turns, Abby. Ten sucks each. Ladies first.”

Peter shuddered as Abigail’s mouth closed over his cock. James clamped a hand around his wrists and brought them over his head, stopping him from touching Abigail. He couldn’t stop his hips rising into each of her delicate strokes. James took over, his mouth harder, rougher, his teeth much in evidence grazing Peter’s shaft with every upstroke.

The second time around, he came, right into James’s mouth. He was held deep until James swallowed every drop of his come and then kissed his shaft. Held him and sucked him until he was ready to fuck again.

Abigail was the first to get up and lead the way over to the bed. James removed her corset and petticoat.

“Peter’s going to fuck me now, Abby. Do you still want to watch?”

Peter wanted to smile at Abigail’s decisive nod. It was so typical of her. Despite her relatively recent introduction to the pleasures of the flesh, she was more than willing to experience anything. James brought a chair to the end of the bed and patted the seat.

“Sit here, Abby, you’ll get the best view.” He turned around. “Peter?”

“Yes, my lord?” Peter bowed.

James frowned. “Are you mocking me?”

“Not at all. I’m just admiring your ability to order everyone about. It must come from years of shouting at the hapless peasants.”

James grinned, stripped off his shirt and climbed onto the bed. Peter took a long moment to admire James’s athletic build, the perfect distribution of muscle, the slight gleam of sweat on his skin. His cock responded with enthusiasm and thickened and lengthened. James held his gaze and rubbed a slow circle on his chest. He slid his hand down to cup his balls.

“Do you want me?”

“What do you think?”

Peter got up and walked across to the bed, reaching for the bottle of oil by the bedside table. He showed it to Abigail, who sat obediently in the seat James had shown her. He stroked her shoulder; her nipples were tight. The scent of her arousal rose around him like an erotic cloud.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely sure. I want to see you together. I want to see what makes James happy.”

James laughed. “You will.”

 

Abby drew a deep steadying breath as Peter climbed up onto the bed beside James. He touched James’s cheek, drew him into an embrace, one arm around James’s shoulder, the other low on his hips. She sighed as their bodies drew together, their erect cocks pushing and rubbing against each other like puppies.

Oil glistened on Peter’s fingers as he continued to kiss James and explore his arse. James groaned as Peter’s fingers disappeared between his buttocks and set up a rhythm of penetration and withdrawal that soon had James rocking against him. The kiss became deeper, both men struggling to impose their will on the other. A mêlée of muscled male flesh Abby found impossible to look away from.

She slid a hand between her legs to still the throbbing and found it only made it worse. She kept her hand pressed hard to her mound as she watched the two men touch each other. Peter turned James to face her, one hand working his cock, the other still buried between James’s buttocks. James leaned his head back against Peter’s shoulder, his breathing erratic, his coarse words, begging Peter to fuck him, to take him, to force him.

Abby couldn’t look away. She remembered Peter’s comments about James’s sexual preferences, knew he’d been right. She finally understood that James liked the roughness she couldn’t give him, the mastering that Peter could attempt but not want to push too far.

“Fuck me, Peter. Fuck me hard.”

James’s hands fisted at his sides as Peter gripped his cock and moved faster, more irregularly. He contained and controlled James’s strength with his own, mastered him with his touch.

“Shall I fuck him, Abigail, or do you think he’s too eager?”

Abby almost jumped when Peter addressed her directly, so intent was she on the erotic tableau before her and her own gathering pleasure. She struggled to focus as Peter stared at her sex.

“Please fuck him.”

He smiled, bit down hard on James’s neck, making him groan. “I will if you bring yourself to a climax with us.” He nodded at her reticule. “Do you have the piece we bought in Southampton with you?”

Abby nodded. He’d told her to bring it with her to the ball. She left her chair and found the odd-shaped wooden diletto. The polished wood felt warm in her hands as she showed it to the two men. James licked his lips.

“Abby is going to take that inside her while you take me?”

“If she wishes to. We’ll watch her and if she succeeds, I’ll fuck you.”

Carefully Abby felt her swollen sex; her juices were so thick that they made a sucking sound as she pressed the head of the pear-shaped diletto to the open mouth of her channel. It slid inwards easily. She bit her lip.

“Oh God.” Abby struggled to breathe.

James groaned along with her as he watched. Peter smiled, his fingers still on James’s cock.

“How does it feel, Abigail?”

“Big, almost too big.”

“Keep working it inside you; touch your clit while you do it.”

Abby almost forgot they were watching as she concentrated on sliding the thickest part of the bulbous wood past her entrance. She felt so stretched and full, her whole body started to shake.

“Almost there, Abigail. You look beautiful, doesn’t she, James?”

“God, yes, so full, just like I feel when your cock is deep inside me.”

Abby opened her eyes to see Peter caressing James’s cock. The thick red-and-purple shaft strained against Peter’s long white fingers, pre-cum dripped steadily onto the silk counterpane. She circled her opening and endured the burning stretch, the bud of her clit poked out, demanding a flick of her finger.

She gasped as a climax crashed over her, pressed her palm to her sex as the sensations reverberated around her womb.

“Abby…”

James’s harsh groan was cut short as Peter shifted his position and penetrated him from behind. Peter leaned into James, shoving him forward onto his outstretched arms, which flexed and bowed to bear the extra weight.

“You’d like that, James. You’d like that thick diletto inside you too, wouldn’t you?”

Peter rocked his hips, making James quiver, his face alive with anguished pleasure Abby had never seen before. Did she look like that when Peter made love to her?

“Abby thought it would be too big to fit inside a man’s arse but I think you’d take it if I told you to.”

James grimaced as Peter picked up speed, widening his stance to better bear the other man’s thrusts. Peter bit his shoulder.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, God, yes, I’d take it.”

“And like it too.”

“Yes.”

“Perhaps I’ll get Abigail to slide it inside you later so that we can both watch you enjoy it.”

Abby squeezed her thighs together at the scandalous thought, imagined James allowing her to touch him in that way, begging her to impale him with the diletto. She rocked back and forth, her erotic rhythm in tempo with the one Peter set, her entire focus on the wild lovemaking on the bed.

“Abigail?”

She blinked, stared at Peter whose eyes had narrowed to slits of pale blue, his whole attention on James.

“Would you like to help?” She nodded. “Come and stand at the bottom of the bed and take James’s cock in your mouth. Don’t suck him, just hold him tight at the base. Use your teeth if you like; he’d probably enjoy it.”

She went to remove the diletto from between her legs but Peter shook his head. “Leave it there. I want to see that after we’ve finished with James.”

Even the three steps she took to reach the end of the bed were almost too much for her throbbing sex. The press of the wood against her most sensitive flesh became even more intense. She looked up at James’s dripping cock, kissed the tip and swallowed it whole.

Bracing her hands on the counterpane she shuddered as the bedsprings began to creak more rapidly. Peter increased the pace of his thrusts, shoving James’s cock deeper down her throat with every stroke. She struggled to breathe, to simply swallow and take what James and Peter gave her.

James’s shout of completion was quickly followed by one from Peter. James’s hot cum exploded down her throat. Abby closed her eyes and simply allowed him to use her mouth, to pump himself into her with wild abandon.

She barely resisted when James reached down and brought her to lie between them on the bed. Peter kissed her breasts, licked her nipples until they hardened into two sharp, aching points.

“Did you enjoy watching us?”

She smiled up at him. “Of course I did. You look very beautiful together.”

James laughed. “Beautiful? I doubt it.”

She touched his cheek. “Why should a man not look beautiful when he is making love?”

Peter’s mouth slid lower, kissed her hip bone, her mound, licked the exposed tip of her clit.

“I want to see between your legs.”

Abby allowed him to part her thighs. James turned around as well to study her most intimate parts. She flinched as a finger circled the wooden diletto piece that remained outside her pussy.

“She is really wide.”

“Mmm…deliciously so, don’t you think?”

A soft brush of hair on her inner thighs, the subtle caress of a mouth. The double sensation of two tongues licking her, tangling together, making her even wetter.

“Wide enough to take two men?”

“If she wants to.”

Her gaze flew downward.

“Both of you?”

James nodded. “If you wish.”

She pretended to sigh. Peter had obviously been serious when he’d mentioned the enticing prospect to her before. “You know how curious I am, James; how could I not take the opportunity to find out exactly what you mean?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He grinned at her as he readied his cock and then stroked Peter’s. “Where do you want me, Peter?”

Peter slowly removed the dildo from Abby’s sex and placed it on the table beside the bed.

“Let me wash first.”

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