Part 15 (1/2)

The other men looked to one another, grinning and nodding.

”I caught my cousin Eloise and her maid, Tansy, fondling each other's t.i.tties, licking each other's cunnies, and frigging each other. I threatened to tell on them if Eloise did not suck me to a stand, and then let me f.u.c.k her maid, but when the maid came too quickly, I b.u.g.g.e.red Eloise until I finally came. She is very angry at me.”

”Did you request her permission to a.s.s f.u.c.k her, William?” Emily said seriously.

”No,” he said in a petulant tone. ”I was far too angry at her wench for coming before I did. Eloise was lying on the bed. She laughed at me, so I rolled her over and just did it to her.” He chuckled wickedly. ”She squealed like a little piglet when my come filled her up.”

”Well,” Emily remarked, ”you have certainly been a very, very naughty fellow. One does not a.s.s-f.u.c.k a lady without her permission. Had it been the servant that would have been a different matter. After all, it was the maid who was at fault, not her mistress. You will have ten strokes of the rod, and then I shall decide if that is enough.” Emily said, bringing the birch down on his plump b.u.t.tocks. He yelped, his body jerking as much as it could as she continued on. When ten red stripes had bloomed upon his pale flesh, Emily asked Savannah, ”Is he ready, Pol? Or must he have more?”

The other men looked to Savannah, who had seated herself before Sir William's p.e.n.i.s, and watched as it began to rise with each stroke of the rod.

”I think he must have five more strokes, Molly, and I think it will help him if I can lick those big, hairy b.a.l.l.s of his. Too much of the rod and he will falter entirely.”

Emily began to slowly administer the final five strokes while Savannah attended to Sir William's b.a.l.l.s with a wicked tongue. When the last blow had fallen and his friends rushed to undo Sir William, Savannah remained, licking him. But once freed, Sir William pushed Emily to the floor, fell upon her, and began f.u.c.king her vigorously. She wrapped her legs about his thick torso and enjoyed every minute of his attentions.

”Champagne!” Savannah sang out quickly, when Emily and Sir William moaned with their o.r.g.a.s.ms. ”We must have more champagne! Then Emily and I must bathe before we continue on, good sirs. We still have much of the night ahead of us, and my cousin and I have not yet been f.u.c.ked by all of you. I cannot count the night a success until that has happened.”

”Oh, we shall all enjoy your bountiful charms, my pets,” St. Albans promised.

He was, Emily observed, the leader of the group. He stood naked and quite at ease among his friends. He might very well have been at his club. ”Is he going to be your next hero?” she murmured to Savannah who was now pouring the gentlemen their champagne. ”He's very handsome and most commanding, I think.”

”No, not this St. Albans,” Savannah replied. ”I'm planning on using an ancestor of his in my next book. It'll be a Renaissance setting. Henry the Eighth or Elizabeth. I haven't decided yet. St. Albans is a marquess's heir. I'm going to write about the ancestor who first got the earldom. The other t.i.tle didn't come until Charles the Second.”

Seeing that everyone now had a gla.s.s of fresh champagne, Emily lifted her own gla.s.s. ”Drink up, good sirs! Polly and I don't want you to flag before the night is over.”

The gentlemen laughed and raised their gla.s.ses, toasting Polly and Molly, the two finest wh.o.r.es in England.

”Can't speak for the rest of the world because I ain't never been nowhere,” the Honorable John Stevenson declared as he drained his gla.s.s.

The two women insisted on bathing alone, for they knew that if they allowed the men to join them, all would be lost. Savannah was very particular where cleanliness was concerned, especially after such a round of s.e.xual activity. Emily agreed. Hot water had been brought into the bath next to the big room, and they washed themselves thoroughly. Then, calling the gentlemen to them one by one, they bathed their private parts. They had no sooner finished the ablutions when a knock sounded upon the door, and it opened to reveal two footmen and two little maidservants.

The young men were dressed in tight breeches of dark black satin, and cream-colored vests that were embroidered with a floral design. They wore no s.h.i.+rts, and their arms were bare, their chests visible. Their p.e.n.i.ses hung out of their breeches, and the rear of the pants had circular cutouts revealing their tight bare b.u.t.tocks. One of them carried a silver tray, and the other had his arms full of champagne bottles.

The little maids who accompanied them were dressed only in tightly gartered black stockings with ruffled white lawn ap.r.o.ns tied with large bows. Each wore a frilly lawn cap upon her head and calf-high black boots upon their feet. The maids at the c.o.c.k and c.u.n.t, but for some older women who supervised, were usually wh.o.r.es in training whose virginities were auctioned off when they reached the age of sixteen. They bustled in now, smiling, one announcing, ”Madame Rose thought you might enjoy a small repast now, sirs. There are raw oysters and champagne for the gentlemen, and chocolates and champagne for Miss Molly and Pretty Polly.” She curtsied.

”Are you tired yet?” Savannah said softly to Emily. ”Do you want to end this fantasy now? The gentlemen have been most enthusiastic tonight.”

Emily shook her head. ”No,” she replied. ”The champagne and the chocolates will reinvigorate me, Sava. Besides, I am curious as to what is to come. We have yet to use that enormous bed, which is surely large enough for all of us.”

”We're about to use it.” Savannah chuckled as the Honorable Frederick Sinclair and Baron James Everhard came to lead her by the hand to the bed. Lord Bertie Bowen and the Honorable John Stevenson came for Emily. St. Albans was recovering, and Sir William was swallowing down the last of the raw oysters.

Lying on the bed, Emily kissed Lord Bowen's lips as her other companion lay behind her, fondling her large b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Lord Bowen's fingers played amid her pubic curls for a few moments before pus.h.i.+ng past her nether lips to find her c.l.i.toris. She continued kissing him, her tongue playing hotly with his tongue. She was just faintly aware of Johnnie Stevenson stroking her bottom with seductive touches. She murmured and pressed back against him. His c.o.c.k was hard, and, encouraged by her, he rubbed it down the valley between her b.u.t.tocks.

Then Lord Bowen was lifting one of her legs and bringing it over his torso as he slipped his thick p.e.n.i.s into her c.u.n.t. Emily felt her a.s.s being pulled open, and her other companion rubbing her fundament with some sort of cream. Then he was pus.h.i.+ng into her. She whimpered slightly, but he was already fully sheathed, and his hands were back upon her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”Ohh,” she exclaimed as the men began to gently ream her from both ends. ”Ohh! Ohh!” Would they find that certain spot? Oh, G.o.d, yes! They were working it from both sides, and it was incredible.

”You can take two, my dear,” Lord Bowen said.

”And later you will take three,” Johnnie Stevenson said, grunting as he worked in rhythm with his friend. ”That's it, Mol, push your little a.s.s back nicely onto my c.o.c.k as Bertie f.u.c.ks your pretty p.u.s.s.y. How tight you are!”

Lord Bowen groaned with the pleasure he was receiving, and Emily, feeling the two p.e.n.i.ses almost rubbing against each other as they stroked that sweet little spot within her thought she was going to die of satisfaction. Could you die in the Channel? Could you die of incredible and wonderful s.e.xual satisfaction? She didn't care. And then to her utter amazement they all came at almost the exact moment. She was being spermed from both ends, and it was unlike anything she had ever known before. She tore her lips from Lord Bowen and shrieked with pure delight. Then she fainted.

”Magnificent!” St. Albans said as he observed the trio. ”The girl is a perfect wh.o.r.e, gentlemen. Give her some champagne and help her to recover. I must have her again. What an adorable a.s.s she has. I have never seen better.”

”Give her time to recover, St. Albans,” Savannah said. ”She has never before taken two men in that fas.h.i.+on. She has f.u.c.ked and sucked, and she has been b.u.g.g.e.red. But she has never been f.u.c.ked and b.u.g.g.e.red at the same time. It was an incredible performance, and even I am amazed that she did it so well.”

”And she'll do it again!” St. Albans insisted. ”I want her a.s.s this time!”

”And I want her p.u.s.s.y,” Freddie Sinclair said. ”I haven't had a taste yet at all.”

”Take me first,” Savannah begged. ”It will give Molly time to recuperate. Why should she have all the fun?” She turned onto her knees, thrusting her b.u.t.tocks up. ”Is this not worthy of your c.o.c.ks, gentlemen?”

Sir William grinned. ”I'm a fool for a tight a.s.s,” he said.

”And Pretty Polly has the juiciest c.u.n.t I've ever known,” the baron said.

The two men quickly had Savannah impaled on their engorged p.e.n.i.ses, and they all enjoyed themselves greatly before a mutual o.r.g.a.s.m that left both men in a weakened state, for Savannah had squeezed both her v.a.g.i.n.al and rectal muscles until both men were so filled with l.u.s.t that their come burst forth in fierce spurts. She, however, felt merely refreshed. What a pity Reg would allow them to have only another woman in their bed. The things a girl could do with two men were delightful, she thought, and far more interesting than what two women might do together. She would do this again in the c.o.c.k and c.u.n.t. It was her favorite fantasy on the Channel to date.

Emily gradually regained consciousness and was plied with more of the champagne laced with aphrodisiacs. She was thirsty, and drank it down gladly. This evening was certainly an eye opener where s.e.xual activity was concerned. She had seen pictures of much of what they had done in her research books, but in the reality of the Channel these things were far more exciting than on a printed page.

”What time is it?” Willie Cunliffe asked.

”Three thirty,” St. Albans said, ”and time for me to have Miss Molly's a.s.s for myself. Are you recovered, my pet? As you can see, my poker is quite ready for you.”

”I want to do it differently,” Emily said. ”I want three c.o.c.ks this time. I've never before done three at one time.”

James Everhard chuckled as he lay sprawled among the pillows in the middle of the bed. ”Come onto my lance then, Mol. St. Albans can have you from the rear, and Freddie will have your mouth.”

”Ohh, yes!” Emily agreed, and straddling him, lowered herself onto his p.e.n.i.s. It was every bit as large as St. Albans', and slid into her v.a.g.i.n.a easily. Leaning forward to facilitate her second lover, she felt St. Albans slowly pus.h.i.+ng into her a.s.s. The two men began to move in concert, and when they had established a rhythm Freddie Sinclair pulled Emily's head up by her hair, and Savannah guided his c.o.c.k into Emily's mouth. She began to suck upon him, but the young man had been so aroused by just watching her with the baron and St. Albans that he came almost immediately. Emily, however, understanding his embarra.s.sment, kept him in her mouth, sucking hard upon him and covering his faux pas.

Savannah was, in the meantime, sucking upon the Honorable Johnnie's c.o.c.k while Lord Bowen f.u.c.ked her l.u.s.tily, to be replaced eventually by Sir William. And then the two women heard the clock on the mantel striking the hour. Each regretted the time, but there were strict rules regarding the use of the Channel. They allowed their final o.r.g.a.s.ms to wash over them, and as the pleasure died they woke up together in Savannah's bed. Turning to look at each other, they burst into laughter.

”You are the best and most awful friend a girl could have,” Emily said, grinning. ”I have never known a night like that. I never expect to know a night like that again, Sava. I don't believe I could survive another night like that. What a wicked imagination you have to have created such l.u.s.ty men as those six.”

”We could go again,” Savannah tempted her. ”I know I will.”

”No, thank you very much,” Emily replied.

”Was it as good as with Devlin?” Savannah wanted to know.

”No,” Emily said honestly. ”I'm not such a dope that I don't know you can get s.e.xual pleasure with a man you don't love as long as you're having fun. But it's entirely different when you love a man, and you know it. I've had a taste of wickedness, Sava, but it will suffice me for the rest of my life.”

”But you seemed to enjoy the multiple partners,” Savannah said.

”I did, but you couldn't go on like that in the real world. A night like that would kill a healthy woman. And s.e.x without emotion . . . well, it just isn't right. At least not for me, Sava. Call me old-fas.h.i.+oned, but there it is. It was a fun night, but I don't want to do it again. I don't think I could justify it to myself if I did.”

Savannah nodded. ”I don't think I'll be taking the Channel's new service myself. I've had it two months now. I never wanted to use it before tonight. I don't really need it. I can visit the bordello on my own. But it was quite an experience, wasn't it?”

”And you pregnant with your third child!” Emily scolded.