Stately Pleasures

  It sounded a great deal more bearable. Certainly preferable to scurrying off to her room to masturbate by herself. She nodded, a little annoyed that he presumed having sex with the two of them was such a wonderful thing. But the arrogant bastard was right, and the three of them knew it. She’d never hidden the fact that she enjoyed screwing them, and even if she had, her body would have betrayed her. Traitor that it was.

  ‘Good girl.’ He stroked her hair again, then leant down to kiss her forehead. ‘You can lie back and think of England if you like, darling, but I don’t think it’s going to be as bad as you believe it will be.’

  She shrugged – not easy, bound as she was – and bade him get on with it.

  ‘As you wish, my darling. As you wish. Ethan.’ He handed the pestle to Ethan, who took it with a grin. Fuck, this was it. She knew she was being stupid – it really wouldn’t be that bad – but she couldn’t help it. There was something about the prospect of having that damn thing thrust up her that turned her right off.

  Which was why Jeremy and Ethan had indulged in a fair amount of foreplay with her beforehand. And now they were going to make the most of it. Ethan pressed the end of the pestle against her pussy lips. She closed her eyes. Felt the cold marble tracing up and down the edge of her outer labia, then slowly, slowly, pushed between her folds. The delicate skin there was warm, and even more sensitive to the chill. She gasped, jerking her body away from the pending intrusion, though her bound wrists and ankles meant she didn’t go far. To his credit, Ethan didn’t laugh – though as her eyes were closed she wasn’t sure if he smiled – he just continued his task. As she’d moved, he had to start again. This time she was determined to grin and bear it.

  He repeated his previous movements, and pushed until the bulbous end of the cool marble phallus was against her entrance. She pulled in a breath through her nose and puffed it out through her mouth, harnessing all the calm she could manufacture to stop herself resisting the penetration. It worked. She still wasn’t entirely happy, but her eyes flew open with surprise when the pestle slowly made its way inside her. It felt … good. Strange, and nothing at all like a hot, stiff cock, but good.

  ‘Fuuuuck.’ The word tumbled from her lips and caused Ethan to glance at her face. Clearly realising she was exclaiming in pleasure, rather than dislike or discomfort, he grinned.

  ‘OK?’ he said.

  She nodded vigorously, growing more aroused as the makeshift dick filled her pussy. Barely realising what she was saying, she told him, ‘Don’t stop.’

  Ethan’s eyebrows shot up almost into his hairline. ‘Well,’ he said, grinning at Jeremy, then back at her. ‘You’ve certainly changed your tune. And here was me thinking you were hating it, and me.’

  I could never hate you, she thought, but she didn’t say it. ‘I didn’t think I’d like it,’ she said instead. ‘But it feels really good. Nothing like a real cock, but in a pinch, it would certainly get the job done.’

  Both men laughed loudly, probably in surprise, then Jeremy said, ‘So are we going to have to hide the pestle from you after tonight? We don’t want you wanking with it. Not when there are two perfectly willing men to assist you if you’re feeling the need.’

  She stifled a giggle. Did they honestly think she didn’t masturbate? Granted, she was getting more sex now than she’d had in all her previous sexually active years put together, but it only served to make her libido more rampant. If she went to one of them every time she was feeling frisky, they’d never get any work done. Or sleep.

  She said nothing, though, instead rolling her hips to pull the pestle deeper inside her. ‘All right, Little Miss Impatient,’ Ethan said, twisting his wrist so the marble pressed deliciously against her G-spot, ‘you’ll get your orgasm, don’t worry. And at least a couple more besides.’ He winked at Jeremy, and the two of them laughed again.

  ‘Good.’ She all but choked out, then lay back and took what was coming to her. And boy, was Ethan skilled with a pestle! She had no idea if he was any good at grinding herbs and spices with it, but he was brilliant at manipulating her where she most wanted, needed it, and before long she’d had an almost violent G-spot climax which made her squirt out all over the pestle, Ethan’s hand, and the breakfast bar.

  ‘Bloody hell!’ Ethan said, pulling the marble shaft out of her slowly. ‘That was incredible.’ He looked to his friend for confirmation.

  Jeremy gave a small nod, looking astounded. ‘Yes, my friend, that’s the word for it. I’ve seen her squirt before, but not quite like that. Maybe we should use the pestle more often.’ He looked over at Alice, who smiled beatifically.

  ‘Well, I think you’ll find I’ve completed my task, gentlemen. So how about you keep your promise? Who’s first?’

  Neither of them replied, instead moving to untie her as quickly as possible. She sat up, rubbing her wrists and rotating her ankles till they felt normal again. When she was done, she let Jeremy and Ethan help her down from the breakfast bar. ‘Thank you. So, where to?’

  ‘Not far,’ Jeremy said, taking her hand and leading her into the living room. He turned her around and pushed her back onto the sofa. She landed on the soft cushions with a giggle, her smile becoming wider as she watched the two men take off their clothes. They were both clearly in a hurry, and she laughed as they struggled to get naked without falling over or getting stuck. It was only then she realised they were in some kind of race – they hadn’t actually said anything, but she suspected whoever undressed the fastest would be the one to fuck her first. She wasn’t bothered either way – she was going to have both of them, and it really didn’t matter which order they went in. Or whether she sucked one and fucked the other. It would be fantastic, whatever happened.

  She didn’t have long to wait. Ethan won their impromptu race and quickly knelt down on the floor in front of the sofa, pushed her legs apart, and buried his head between them. She let out a hiss of pleasure as his warm, agile tongue began to pleasure the area that had not so long ago been touched by the cold marble of the pestle. A fresh gush of juice came from her pussy and coated Ethan’s tongue and lips, and he groaned in response. His enthusiasm and enjoyment was what made him so damn good at eating her out. She’d quite happily sit back all day and let him bring her to climax after climax.

  Actually, that wasn’t strictly true. As much as she loved getting head, she knew that after a while, she’d be gagging to have his cock inside her. Or Jeremy’s. Or even that damn pestle. Whatever.

  Thoughts of Jeremy made her turn her head to see what he was up to. He stood a pace away from his friend, watching her body writhe as Ethan pleasured her. His hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly. She could see a bead of precome at its tip. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to taste it. Beckoning to him, she indicated he should get up on the sofa so she could suck him. He did so eagerly, placing a hand on the back of the sofa to steady himself, while he used the other to feed his prick into her waiting mouth.

  She tasted the saltiness of his precome and licked it all off his skin, poking her tongue greedily into his slit to get more. Removing his hand from his shaft, Jeremy tangled it in her hair and groaned as she sank her lips further down his cock. Had her mouth not been otherwise occupied, she’d have smiled at the reaction she was getting.

  She soon forgot all about that as she struggled to concentrate on two things at once – teasing Jeremy’s dick while Ethan was using his talented tongue on her cunt. Ethan had picked up the pace, using one hand to pull back the hood of her clitoris while slipping two fingers from the other hand inside her. The touch of his tongue directly on her nub was almost too much and she groaned.

  The sound sent vibrations onto Jeremy’s shaft and he hissed at the unexpected sensation. His cock twitched and another hot slick of liquid coated her tongue. Alice’s pussy creamed in response, and a muffled groan from between her legs told her that Ethan was licking it up eagerly, and happily.

  Alice wondered if Ethan’s cock was as hard as his fri
end’s. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to find out. Twisting her head to pop Jeremy’s shaft from her mouth, she said, ‘Ethan, are you ready to fuck me, darling?’

  His response pleased her. ‘Fuck, yes. Shall I?’

  ‘Absolutely. Oh, and while you’re there, make me come.’

  ‘Don’t I always?’

  It was a rhetorical question, so she didn’t bother to answer. Instead, she took Jeremy’s dick back into her mouth and continued to suck it. She deliberately didn’t go too fast or too hard, because she didn’t actually want to make him come. Not in her mouth, at any rate. Her plan was to have him fuck her straight after Ethan did. Then, who knew, by the time Jeremy was finished, Ethan might be ready to go again. She was quite happy to screw both of them until they were all sore and couldn’t walk. They’d probably forget all about dinner too.

  Ethan slipped his tongue around her vulva and flicked it across her clit while he pushed his fingers back inside her, making sure she was ready for him. She pushed her hips forward, silently urging him to get on with it. She was more than ready. Thankfully, he took the hint, and she could feel his body bumping against hers and the dip of the sofa as he arranged himself into a suitable position for fucking her. Juices trickled from her pussy in anticipation. They were quickly used to lubricate Ethan’s cock as he rubbed it up and down her slit, then he shifted so his tip was just outside her entrance.

  Realising this was no longer part of the challenge, and she could do what she damn well wanted, she used her free hand to reach out and wrap her arm as far around Ethan’s broad back as she could – which wasn’t far at all – and pull him into her. He exclaimed and quickly moved his arms to support his weight and avoid crushing her – and getting his face too close to his friend’s backside.

  From the corner of her eye she could see Ethan’s delicious body as it worked to pleasure hers. His hair was flopping down over his face, so she couldn’t see his expression, but she sure enjoyed the rest of the view. The muscles of his torso flexed and rolled as he thrust slowly in and out of her. His biceps bulged. And she was pretty sure that his arse was looking gorgeous too. She made a note to try and fuck one of the men when there was a mirror behind him, so she could see his tight buttocks as he fucked her. Or maybe a mirror on the ceiling would be a good idea.

  If her mouth hadn’t been full, she’d have giggled. Here she was, thinking like the Lady of the Manor – fantasising about changes of decor as though she was going to be here longer than a few more weeks, or that it was anything to do with her.

  The thought was driven from her head as Ethan began to thrust into her powerfully. He’d clearly had enough of going slowly, and was now going to fuck her fast until it drove them both to climax. Somehow, he was managing to angle his body so his pubic bone pressed against her clit with every movement, and her pussy rippled in delicious sympathy. It would be easy to reach down and stroke herself, but she trusted him to make her come before – or at the same time – as he did. When he sped up further, a flicker of doubt passed through her mind, but she shoved it away. Even if he didn’t make her come, it wasn’t the end of the world. He could finish her off with fingers or tongue, or leave it to Jeremy.

  She needn’t have worried. He altered his technique so instead of pistoning in and out of her, he was rotating his hips so their groins never parted. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the divine pleasure. She passed it along to Jeremy, reaching up to cup and caress his balls, which she knew he enjoyed. But even though much of her mind was taken over by bliss, she remembered not to overstimulate him. It didn’t seem to matter. Either because of the length of time she’d been sucking and licking at his dick or the situation in general, he began to jerk towards her, forcing himself deeper into her throat, which she knew was a sure sign he was close to coming. She allowed it for a little longer, until he grew so frantic she was worried it was too late. Pulling him from her mouth and squeezing her fingers around the base of his shaft, she gasped, ‘Not yet! It’s your turn next.’ She nodded her head down her body, as if he didn’t already know what she was talking about.

  Jeremy’s breathing was heavy, his face red. He didn’t speak, just nodded. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he stroked so slowly he was hardly moving. Watching him for a second or two, Alice came to the conclusion that he was just keeping himself hard so he could jump in as soon as Ethan was done. Satisfied he wasn’t going to come just yet, she turned her attentions back to Ethan, who was also red-faced and panting. With a start, Alice realised she probably was too. Red-faced, that was. It was obvious she was panting. She was impressed she’d been able to divide her concentration between the men so well – she was obviously getting better at it the more often they played together. But then, it was worth it.

  Vaguely aware that Jeremy had clambered off the sofa, she shifted her hands so they were gripping on to Ethan’s upper arms, which helped her leverage as she rocked her hips to meet his now he’d gone back to thrusting in the regular way. It also had the added bonus of feeling really sexy beneath her fingers – the man truly had biceps to die for. And she was holding on to them as he screwed her into oblivion. This time, her mouth unimpeded, she let out a peal of laughter. It distracted Ethan from his rhythm, but not for long. He’d obviously realised it was mirth resultant from her pleasure, rather than her actually finding anything funny.

  She soon shut up when he started grinding against her, stimulating her clit where it was crushed between their bodies. Her fingers gripped him so tightly she was surprised he didn’t yelp. But then, he was no wimp. It probably felt like a tickle to him.

  Soon, yelping and tickling were the furthest things from her mind. The tightening of her abdomen and the slight fluttering of her pussy that always signalled the start of her orgasm were increasing. ‘Ethan …’ she murmured, looking at him earnestly. Luckily, he knew exactly what she was getting at and picked up his pace till he was moving at an almost impossible speed. All those hours he spent working out, and she was the one reaping the benefits.

  Their moans and groans filled the air; she could hear the slick noises as his cock plundered her soaked pussy. She grew closer and closer to her climax, and happened to glance over to see what Jeremy was doing. He was watching her, rapt. When he realised she was looking at him, he gave a devilish grin and winked at her. ‘You are sooo fucking hot, Alice.’

  His words helped tip her over the edge. She clung on to Ethan like a limpet as intense pleasure ripped through her very being, and her pussy milked his cock until he yelled as his own release overtook him. They gasped and spasmed together, and she held his head in her hands and looked into his eyes for a second before pouring every ounce of her feelings for him into a toe-curling, passionate kiss. Her heart actually skipped a beat when they eventually parted, and she saw the look in his eyes that seemed to convey that his feelings mirrored hers. But she couldn’t hope that was true – it would all end in tears. Hers.

  The silence was broken by Jeremy’s voice. ‘Hey, you two. Isn’t it my turn?’

  Confusingly for her, Alice wasn’t at all irritated by his words. She was happy to hear them, despite the interruption of the “moment” that had just taken place between her and Ethan. Jeremy wanted her. And as she looked at him, she realised how much she wanted him too. She pressed a brief kiss to Ethan’s lips and motioned that he should swap places with his friend.

  Jeremy clapped Ethan on the shoulder as the two men passed each other, then knelt on the floor in front of the sofa. ‘Hey you,’ he said, brushing her damp hair back from her face, ‘lie down. I’m not a martyr like him; I want to screw you without getting carpet burn on my knees.’

  She giggled and did as he said. He quickly joined her, moving between her legs and kneeing them apart gently. Then he covered her with his body, propping his elbows on either side of her chest and leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Alice didn’t think it was possible to get any wetter – particularly as Ethan’s come was now making its way out of her ?
?? but the intent behind Jeremy’s kiss was powerful, so powerful it made her head spin. Her heart pounded as she came to the conclusion that she really did feel the same way about both men. And as much as she tried to deny it to herself, that feeling was love. Pure and simple.

  She was so fucked.

  When Jeremy pulled away, she managed to get out of that particular headspace. Just because she’d had the revelation didn’t mean she had to tell them about it. In fact, it would be much better to keep quiet. If she said something, she had no doubt things would become massively complicated. It was unlikely that one of them felt the same way, never mind both of them. And would she be content with just one of them? Especially knowing how close they were and that they pretty much came as a package, along with Davenport Manor.

  Fortunately, Jeremy was so busy burying his head between her ample breasts that he didn’t notice she wasn’t currently 100 per cent into what they were doing. And when he bit one of her nipples, she let out a screech more of shock than of pain, and gave him all of her attention. She heard Ethan chuckle behind her. Tilting her head back, she saw he was standing at the end of the sofa playing with his balls and rapidly growing erection. Damn, these men had stamina. Perhaps she’d get her sore-and-unable-to-walk wish after all.

  For now, though, she was still on round one with Jeremy and he was clearly very eager to get inside her. His foreplay – though skilful, as always – wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as normal. She decided to put him out of his misery. ‘Go for it, Jeremy. You know I’m wet – though granted, some of it is Ethan’s spunk – and the sooner you get going, the more likely you’ll be to make me come again soon. And I refuse to let either of you leave until you’ve both given me at least two orgasms each.’