by Naomi Penn
“You’ve never been out of the city, Lacey?”
“No, never. Papa took me to the harbor once. It stank, and there were all kinds of white birds flying around. The noise they created made me sad.”
“Seagulls,” Dan said.
“Yes, that’s what Papa called them. Where is this party?”
“A friend’s country estate,” Ethan told her. “It’s only a mile or so further down this road. We’ll be there shortly.”
“Will there be food? I’m hungry.”
“Yes, ma’am. Our friend sets an amazing table.”
The buggy suddenly lurched, tossing Lacey into Ethan’s lap as Dan struggled to not slide over her. The horse kept trotting, but the left front wheel of the buggy parted from it. The rear wheel rolled over it, and the axle dragged the ground. Dan reined the horse in to a quick stop, calling, ‘whoa’ before more damage could be done.
“What the hell?” he asked, jumping down.
Taking one of the lanterns, he held it over the damaged wheel. “Bloody hell,” he cursed. “We can’t fix that.”
Ethan leaped down. “Watch your language with a lady present. You’re right, fixing this will take a wheelwright. So now what do we do?”
“We can walk the rest of the way,” Dan said, “but we can’t ask Lacey to walk the mile there. Nor can we leave her to stay here by herself.”
“Then you walk for help while I entertain Miss Lacey.”
“No, sir. Either we all go or we all stay. Surely someone will come along and we can hitch a ride.”
Ethan helped Lacey down from the seat. She brushed her skirts straight with her hands, gazing at each of them. “Perhaps we should get the buggy off the road.”
“Good idea,” Ethan said. “Take the bridle and lead the horse to that wide spot up there. Dan and I will lift the buggy to keep the axle from dragging and breaking.”
As the brothers lifted, Lacey clucked to the horse and got it walking forward. Grunting with the strain, Ethan and Dan lifted the axle and stepped alongside the buggy as it rolled forward. Lacey guided the horse to a cleared area among the trees, and stopped it, stroking its neck. The brothers let the axle down gently, puffing from the effort.
“May as well unhitch the poor beast.” Ethan joined Lacey and began to unfasten buckles as Dan walked back down the road for the wheel. Once the horse stood free of the shaft, Ethan tied it to a tree by the reins. Dan brought both lanterns with him as Ethan found an ancient log just inside the trees when they might sit reasonably comfortably.
Ethan lightly touched Lacey’s hand. “I’m sorry about this, Lacey. Now we’re all missing the party.”
She smiled. “It’s still nice to be away from home with handsome men.”
Ethan shot a quick glance at his brother, who set the lamps on the ground where they might illuminate the area. He sat down beside her, opposite Ethan, and took her hand. “Thank you for placing your trust in us.”
“I know you won’t hurt me.”
Ethan plucked her other hand from her lap. “Even if we said we wanted you?”
Lacey cocked her head, looking at him in confusion. “Wanted me?”
“As in, you know, your body.”
“Oh, I see. You want to do that thing that makes babies.”
Dan chuckled. “Yes, ma’am, that about sums it up.”
Ethan gazed at her, his eyes intent. “Lacey, the choice is yours. We would never force you.”
“If you want to do this, Lacey,” Dan added, “it could be fun. If you say no, then no it is and we will sit here and play twenty questions.”
Lacey nibbled her lip and she gazed at first one and then the other. “My choice? I can say no?”
“Yes, to both questions.”
She nibbled her lip some more, then smiled. “Yes. I want to.”
His hands on her shoulders, Ethan turned her to face him. “Are you sure, Lacey? You must be one hundred present positive that you want this.”
“I am. I once saw my parents doing it. Papa was on Mama and pushing his thing into her and grunting. It made me tingly down there.”
She dropped her eyes toward her lap, and then they bounced back up, mischievous. “I don’t think I can make a baby right now. Its not my time of the month.”
“Just to be sure, we will pull out of you before we come,” Dan said.
“Brother, there are winter rugs in the buggy,” Ethan said, standing and taking Lacey up with him. “Perhaps we might have something to lie on.”
As Dan nodded and walked over to the carriage, Ethan untied the ribbons holding her cloak to her shoulders, and dropped it over the log. Lacey turned her back to him, sweeping her hair to the side as he unlaced her bodice. Inside his trousers, his cock swelled, beginning its familiar ache and need to be sheathed inside a woman’s body. Dan returned and spread the rugs over the dead leaves, twigs and dirt, then stood in front of Lacey to help her step out of her clothes.
Within a minute, she stood naked before them, her breasts thrusting out from her chest, tantalizing. Ethan stepped close to her, holding her lightly by the shoulders and kissed her. His tongue probed between her lips, finding her mouth opening for him, her tongue dancing with his. From behind her, he heard Dan undressing, and knew he needed to be naked quickly. No matter what, he was going to be the first to take her.
Dan’s hands roamed up and down her bare flesh from behind as Ethan broke their kiss and started to undress. Lacey leaned back against him as his mouth kissed her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders, her eyes closed. His palms cupped her breasts, his thumbs toying with her nipples, turning them into hard pebbles. Lacey moaned, Dan’s hands sweeping down her body to her hips. Her knees spread slightly as his finger delved into her mound, wringing from her a sharp gasp.
As naked as they, Ethan bent to kiss her, pinning her between two hard cocks. His erection, standing straight out from his thatch of hair, poked her in the belly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands on her breasts as Dan’s hand continued to gain her arousal, get her ready for their invasion. She moaned against Ethan’s mouth, Dan’s lips nibbling and kissing her throat, his finger plunging in and out of her moist tunnel.
“She’s soaking wet,” Dan muttered against her skin.
“She needs to be hot,” Ethan answered, his mouth on hers.
Removing his tongue from Lacey’s mouth, Ethan helped her to lie down on the thick rugs. As he knelt over her, she gazed in round-eyed awe at his shaft.
“Can I touch it?” she whispered.
Taking her hand, he led it to his thickness, letting her hold it, massage it, explore its length. “It’s so hard. Yet, also soft.”
Ethan moved her hand to cup his balls. “My manhood.”
He hissed in pleasure as she played with them, then stroked his cock again. Spreading her knees wide apart, he watched as Dan lay beside her and kissed her, his tongue in her mouth. The sight made his cock twitch, craving to be inside her. But a virgin needed to be very aroused before being able to accept an erect penis. Thus as Dan worked one end of Lacey, Ethan knelt on the rugs and planted his mouth over her opening.
She arched her back as his tongue flicked over her clit, tasting her saltiness, his fingers inside her, moving back and forth, feeding her growing pleasure. He heard her moan, felt her hands tangle in his hair as he licked and sucked her tiny nubbin. Fresh moisture gushed over his fingers, and he suspected she might be ready soon. He’d never mounted a virgin before, and knew he had to be slow and careful as to not hurt her. Being penetrated for the first time could be painful for a woman, he’d been told, and he wanted Lacey’s first time to be special.
At last, Ethan couldn’t stand it any longer. Rising from her pussy, he positioned himself over her, Dan moving to the side to give him room. He caught Dan’s eye for a moment, and Dan nodded. As eldest, Ethan had the right to be first. Lacey widened her eyes when he settled his weight on her, but she gave no indication that she was frightened. Ethan kissed her, letting her taste herse
lf on his tongue.
“This might hurt a little, Lacey,” he murmured, his cockhead probing her pussy lips. “I’ll be as careful as I can.”
“I trust you,” she murmured, her arms around his neck.
Spreading her thighs with his knees, he worked his cock into her a little way, pushing gently, permitting her walls to accommodate him slowly. When she gave no indication that it hurt, Ethan plunged in deeper, using tiny thrusts to screw his shaft further inside her. He resisted the urge to drive all the way in, holding back, letting his own cravings rise.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, kissing her cheeks, her throat, her eyes.
“No,” she answered, her voice husky. “I feel full. But I like it. Keep going.”
“As my lady commands.”
Teasing her, he pulled back to plunge in only a short distance, withdrawing again, letting her arousal grow. Her inner walls expanded to accommodate him as he shoved a little harder, going in deeper yet.
“Still all right?” he asked, stopping and resting with his cock almost all the way in.
“Yes.” Lacey panted now, her hands on his lower back pulling him to her, inviting him to got further. “I want it, Ethan.”
Thrusting more, he felt a barrier against his cockhead, something inside her that wanted to stop him. With a hard buck of his hips, he broke through, hearing her small cry of pain. Then he was all the way in. Resting atop her, his full cock buried to the hilt in her, Ethan kissed her. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”
“Good,” she gasped, “virginity is so boring.”
He began to stroke. In and out, he glided on her juices, feeling her breath quicken, her heart pound. Faster and faster he thrust, her legs rising to wrap around his legs, her nails digging into his shoulders. He shut his eyes to better feel her inner walls clamp down on his driving cock, his pleasure mounting. After not having sex for months, Ethan knew he wouldn’t last long. But he was determined that she experience an orgasm before he pulled from her to ejaculate on the ground.
His hands under her hips lifting her, offering him a deeper angle, he sawed his cock in and out of her, panting, his climax building. Under him, Lacey gave sharp cries of ecstasy, her body trembling as she, too, grew closer to her explosion. Their bodies slapping together, Ethan plunged in, hard and fast, feeling her inner walls quake under the force of her orgasm. Lacey cried out, her body stiff under him, her nails driven deep into his flesh.
Knowing he was done, Ethan rose from her body, kneeling between her legs as his cock jerked in his hand. He moaned, feeling the intense, exquisite pleasure as his own orgasm roared through him. His sperm, white and thick, spurted onto the ground between her thighs as he stroked his wet cock, gasping and groaning. He shambled to the side, trying to catch his breath, permitting Dan to kneel over her.
“My turn, Lacey,” Dan muttered, his voice thick. “I’ll try to be as gentle as Ethan, but I need you so badly.”
Lacey reached up to clasp him around his neck, pulling him to her. “Your thing is so big, Dan.”
His brother’s cock was longer and thicker than his, and Ethan hoped Lacey’s pussy could handle it. Though he was obviously desperate to be inside her, Dan kissed her, his tongue in her mouth, his hand on his dick pointing it at her opening. He used his cockhead to dip into her wetness, toying with her clit, helping her to be fully aroused before he penetrated her.
“I need it,” Lacey gasped. “Stop teasing me and do it.”
Without any more foreplay, Dan plunged his dick in to the hilt. Lacey moaned, but Ethan didn’t think it was of pain. Sitting on the log, his cock drying, he watched his brother hump the girl. His bare ass worked as he plunged his shaft in and out, his moans mingled with hers. Balls swinging in time to his thrusts, Dan lifted his chest off of her, supporting his weight with his hands to either side of her. Now Ethan as well as Dan could see his thick cock spreading her pussy wide, see both their groins covered in her juices. He pulled her closer to him, her legs flung wide, his shaft spearing her as he plunged in and out.
“That feels so good,” Lacey groaned, her hands on her own clit as Dan pumped her hard. Rubbing herself, she arched her back into his driving shaft, encouraging him to pick up his pace. He obeyed, his hips thrusting fast, driving in deep, reaming her pussy. Lacey squirmed under him, her head thrown back, her mouth wide as she moaned long and loud. Her body shuddered as she came, her hands clenched onto Dan’s arms.
Throwing back his head, the cords standing out on his neck, Dan cried aloud. Jerking his cock from her just in time, he spurted his jism over her belly, fisting his organ, moaning and hissing as his orgasm consumed him. Ethan felt his cock stir again at the sight, wanting to be inside Lacey again, sink his cock into her slick opening. By the way she curled up on her side, relaxing, breathing deep, he suspected she’d had enough for the moment. He didn’t want to over fuck Lacey on her first time.
Dan lay on one side of her while Ethan lay down on her other. They both caressed her body, her breasts, his hand feeling her thudding heart begin to slow.Rolling onto her back, Lacey opened her eyes to gaze at each of them, and Ethan planted a soft kiss on her mouth.
“So, Lacey,” he murmured, tracing his finger over her breast. “How do you like sexual intercourse?”
She lifted her hand to caress his cheek, then did the same for Dan. “It’s sinful,” she said, a wicked grin slicing her face. “I love it.”
They both chuckled. Dan glanced up at the moon overhead. “It’s not too late in the evening. Perhaps we can put Lacey on the horse and we walk to the estate. That way Lacey can at least have a little party time.”
“Great idea, brother.”
Dressing quickly, they helped Lacey with her buttons, then Dan threw the rugs over the horse’s back. Ethan lifted her up and Lacey hissed in pain as her woman’s parts hit the horse’s withers.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
She nodded. “It’ll pass I’m sure.”
“We worked you over pretty good, Lacey,” Dan said. “Especially for your first time. Next time it won’t be so painful.”
The party was still well under way when they arrived. Leaving the horse in the care of the grooms, they walked up the steps to the huge house. A liveried butler bowed them through to the grand ballroom, and Lacey gasped in surprise and delight.
“It’s so amazing,’ she said, gazing around at the dancers. Chandeliers lit the whole room, glinting off the polished silverware, the wine glasses. Candelabras sat on long tables that groaned with food. Platters of meat, poultry, fish, sweet cakes, pies, breads of all kinds, fruits, candies. Men and women walked up and down, selecting food to put onto plates, wine glasses in hand.
“Let us meet our host,” Ethan said, “then we can get something to eat.”
“And dancing after,” Lacey insisted. “I want to dance.”
Dan bowed, smiling. “I get to claim the first dance, ma’am.”
They found their host, a young wealthy man who owned the estate, chatting with some older men near the food tables. Excusing himself, he first embraced Ethan and then Dan. “You boys finally made it,” he said, his voice deep and rolling. “I was wondering what happened to you.”
“An accident with our carriage,” Ethan said. “Brett, this Miss Lacey, a friend of ours. She’s never been to a party before.”
Brett took one look at Lacey, and he had her hand in his, bowing low to kiss it. Lacey seemed unable to take her eyes from him. She blushed, obviously captivated by his broad shoulders and deep set dark eyes. Letting his hand linger on hers, she licked her lips as though envisioning his mouth there.
“What a lovely lady. Miss Lacey, I swear you are the most beautiful of the ladies here tonight. I would beg a dance from you.”
“Why certainly, sir.”
Ethan couldn’t believe it when she actually batted her sooty eyelashes at him. He exchanged a quick glance with Dan, who shrugged slightly. Apparently, the shrug said, they may have turned Lacey into a sex addict, but cl
early they were no longer enough for her. Ethan knew Brett had a reputation with the ladies, and whispers spoke of his incredible endowment. While Lacey herself would never have heard such, there was something magnetic about Brett that drew women to him in clusters.
When Brett departed to tend to his guests, Ethan and Dan drew Lacey toward the food, distracting her even when she wanted to watch Brett over her shoulder.
“You promised me the first dance,” Dan reminded her as he filled her plate.
“Of course,” she replied, still searching for Brett among the dancers and milling guests.
Ethan shrugged as much as Dan had, and followed his brother and Lacey to an empty table where they might sit and eat in comfort. Lacey drank wine glass after wine glass, eating her fill of the sweets and pies, giggling at anything remotely humorous either brother said. Ethan suspected that even if they got her back home by dawn, her parents would know instantly she didn’t spend the night sleeping quiet and virginal in her bed at home. As long as she doesn’t get pregnant.
Dan led Lacey onto the dance floor, leaving Ethan to watch the crowd and sip his wine. He soon noticed a pattern: couples would dance through a few tunes of the musicians, then quietly make their way to the stairs and mount them to the upstairs bedrooms. No few went outside to the gardens. When Brett arrived to take Dan’s place as Lacey’s dance partner, less than half the crowd remained to dance, watch or applaud.
Lacey never took her eyes from his. Her right hand in his, her left on his shoulder, Brett’s hand on her back roamed lower than dance protocol allowed. Dan sat down with Ethan and reclaimed his wine glass. “How long before they vanish upstairs?” he asked.
Ethan chuckled. “Five minutes.”
“Are we going to follow them?”
“I am. Are you?”
“Damn straight. We brought her here. I’m going to have a piece of her once more tonight.”