To Please a Lady

by Raven McAllan

  “Perchance, my lord, one day you will,” she said serenely. The idea excited and aroused her. She needed no extra arousing; she was still wet, ready, and eager. Her hands strayed, each to a cock to fondle and feel their throbbing hardness beneath her questing fingers.

  “Ah, love”—Ran spoke in a clipped tone—”you want me to come when I am not deep inside you?”

  She shook her head. “I wish to feel you, both of you, hard, deep, and buried in me. I admit I am curious as to how this will be achieved. Forsooth, you both know how to pleasure me and indeed yourselves when I am not with you, I believe, nay I saw, so let us be true to each other. For without truth and honesty our—what do we call it? Our arrangement?—will be for naught.”

  “Our partnership of loving.” Ran spoke with definition. “Our ménage.”

  “Our love.” That from Berry, who caught Ran in a deep, possessive kiss that seared her soul and gave rise to a desire to beg for inclusion. “We will do all and more to ensure we all gain such satisfaction, and we desire no other.”

  Ah, Gad, the sound of that was music to her ears.

  “Show me.” She commanded. “Let us all experience this you both talk about. I am nigh on delirious with expectation.” She looked from one to the other, her hands never ceasing her fondling. “So, my lords, I seem to have two silky, hard cocks in my hands. What to do with them?”

  “If it be your pleasure, Mione-mine, we will show you.” It seemed even the room awaited her response.

  She gazed at two sets of questing eyes. “Show me.” She commanded. “If you dare.”

  “Oh, we do dare.”

  Her interest equaled that of her arousal. Both were great, her apprehension almost so. Think! You have a safe word. You are safe to indulge your curiosity.

  “Then I am ready, willing, and inquisitive as to the manner we three interconnect.” She looked from one to the other, all three lying prone, surrounded by the creamy coverlet. Her hands caressed a cock each, as she watched and enjoyed the moment of hands playing with her breasts.

  “Well, my dear, it will be our delight to instruct you, for indeed there are many ways for us to enjoy each other, and in time we will explore all. First, we crave your indulgence for your ideas on the following…” Ran paused.

  Again Berry continued, as the more eloquent, or as natural leader. Perchance, she decided, it was both.

  “To ensure we are satiated, we can choose to be one in each; therefore, one of us fucks you, the other fucks him. This ensures we all come, hopefully, together.”

  “Mm, I feel that apart from my pussy, I am but superfluous. Is there no way I can, shall we say, have more active participation in events?” Her tone was frivolous.

  “We circle,” Berry interpolated. “Perhaps not here tonight, but in my bedchamber where the bed was built in hope of such a divertissement, ‘tis easily accomplished; therefore, a daisy chain. Maybe you would prefer a cock in your mouth and one in you cunt, that way your pussy will not be the only part of you busy? This, right now, is our preference. One day our pleasure, I hope, will be for you to accept us simultaneously, one in your arse and one somewhat more conventionally. I regret, however, Mione-ours, this is for a later tryst. One you will need to be prepared for. Therefore this time, I will come in your pussy, and Ran in your mouth. Will that be acceptable? My love, you are shaking.” Indeed her shoulders were moving, the red lace encircling her neck moving seductively across her body. Both men looked at her in consternation.

  “Mione, we will not harm you; surely you realize that by now?” Ran’s voice was agonized. “Do you wish us to leave?”

  Gad, men were so stupid! She looked at them, grinning.

  “Minx, are we so pitiful you need to laugh at us?”

  “Oh, Lud, you are very wrong, my lords, in many of your reasonings, especially in your assumption regarding my need for preparation to accept you both. Have you not, in all truth, been doing such a thing these last months? However, as my pussy will be shriveled with waiting if we do not proceed, I am in your hands. Please, use them now! And not just your hands.”

  “Never let it be said that we, as gentlemen, do not pander to our lady’s every whim.” Berry moved swiftly. Her legs were lifted onto two firm shoulders, her soft lips parted, and one purple head demanded access.

  In fact, she realized hazily, hot, hard, throbbing cocks were parting both pairs of lips. Lud, she was wet with longing, her anticipation of what was to come at melting point.

  Her clit was on fire, demanding attention, as Berry’s cock rubbed over it and thrust into her in one hard movement. Ah, this was bliss! Hermione met him thrust for thrust. As she opened her mouth to speak, to tell of her pleasure, Ran made his entry. His cock slipped effortlessly into her mouth. Her lips closed around him automatically, and she tasted his individual saltiness, realizing, with a groan of pleasure, that she was able to differentiate easily between the taste of each of her lovers. Both pleasing, both arousing, yet unique. Then she stopped thinking at all, giving herself up to the gratification she was experiencing.

  Berry’s cock pounded inside her, his balls bouncing off her with each climax-inducing thrust. She found herself sucking of Ran’s equally forceful and demanding cock, which was matching Berry thrust for thrust. Hermione moved her hands to enable male nipples to be squeezed and seduced and was rewarded by male groans of appreciation.

  Hands were hard on her arse, lifting it, squeezing it, and—Oh, sweet glory!—entering a finger into the warm of its welcoming depth. She knew she keened and was pleased her lovers understood the pleasure it conveyed. Her nipples were nipped and caressed, she knew not by which man or manner, and a mouth suckled deeply at her clit.

  Her climax was near, and she felt the deep throb that extended throughout her body, felt the singing in her ears, the trembling of her limbs, and the desire to fly. Her mouth so recently full of cock was suddenly empty as Ran pulled out and away slightly, to rub his cock against her neck. She could feel the warmth and wetness as it caressed her.

  “Come, my love. Announce to the world your excitement.”

  Without further notice, she shattered and flew with a shout of joy and exultation, the decibels of which could have shattered glass and set the church bells ringing.

  “Now, it is now; it is…yes, yes, yes! Oh, my lords, now…aagghhhhhhh, oh yes.” She wished she could shout louder, uncaring who may overhear. This was her glory, and she reveled in it.

  The movements in her pussy increased.

  With a murmured, “May I?” she felt Ran’s cock once more seek the warmth of her mouth. Without being told, Hermione matched stroke for stroke, strength for strength. And, if asked, she would have said she feared it impossible, but both cocks seemed to swell and harden more. As she felt the salty taste of male arousal fill her mouth and heard both men begin to shout out their release and felt said releases fill her, she clenched muscles, sucked harder, and her own climax reintroduced itself twofold.

  They came within seconds of each other, their sounds of completion competing and entwined, as were their bodies. The scent of aroused, satisfied lovers permeated every pore. The sound of harsh, satisfied breathing filled the room.

  Steadily their breaths began to regulate. Still no one moved. Hermione rather thought no one wished to be first to break the circle.

  Chapter Four

  Soon, Berry thought, soon he would have no recourse but to disengage and move. Alas, he feared he would collapse onto one of his lovers such was the weakness he felt in his knees and the light-headedness invading him. Never before had any lovemaking drained him thus. This time, with both his loves entwined, his body was totally emptied.

  Beside him, he felt Ran stir, heard him mutter, “Incredible,” and watched as he withdrew his cock from Hermione’s mouth. As if in slow motion, he saw her smile, felt her stretch, and his cock slipped gently out of her. Her lips, rosy red—whether from pleasuring or artificial enhancement he knew not—still glistening with the evidence of Ran’s clim
ax, smiled a deeply satisfied smile, one of total satiation. The glow was reminiscent of glorious nipples, hot clits, and hard cocks, mimicked by the red lace tied so enticingly around her neck. It was all he needed to be reminded of their tumultuous lovemaking. He stood, moved to one side, and sank onto the bed, his limbs trembling as if in the aftermath of a debilitating fever. He felt the sway of the bed as his two lovers moved to lay prone next to him.

  “Well?” Ran sounded breathless, restless, and impatient. He could feel Hermione’s uneven breath as she lay between them.

  “Oh, so good.” Hermione’s voice was slurred and satisfied. “You, gentlemen, were magnificent. I salute you.”

  Berry laughed. “As I believe our cocks did you.”

  Hermione’s laugh was throaty and sent messages of excitement to his groin. “Oh, so true. I believe I am sated more than I thought ever possible. Gentlemen, on a serious note, I thank you for our mutual gratification. Now…”

  Berry heard her voice tail off and wondered, What? Why did she stop speaking? He looked and saw the sadness in her eyes and knew she was about to disappoint them. In that supposition he was not disappointed.

  “Now, gentlemen.” Her voice wavered and then became stronger, more resolute. “I feel now it is time for you to take your leave. I have much to ponder and very little time to do so.”

  “What?” Ran sounded incredulous. “You are dismissing us? Now? After we have reached such heights of ecstasy as to have never been imagined or surpassed?” Berry stretched a warming hand toward him. Had it already not been proven that to push Hermione was to hit a wall so high and hard it was nigh on impossible to circumnavigate?

  “I fear so, my lords. Tomorrow—nay, my pardon, today—is to be a momentous occasion, and I need to sleep in preparation. Therefore, I beg your indulgence and bid you goodnight.”

  How could anyone lying arse-naked between her two lovers sound so resolute? Berry looked down her magnificent and naked body from her pussy hidden in its curls where he so recently was welcomed, to her breasts, nipples still peaked, and her oh-so-inviting and determined mouth. She was much too important to risk losing.

  “Your word is our command, my love. If you will give us but one moment to recover. For truly, after a magnificent lovemaking such as we just experienced, walking is not something I would wish to undertake and cannot guarantee any measure of success until my limbs have stopped trembling. Then I will bid you farewell until the morrow.” He glared at Ran, a look so full of purpose that Ran paled.

  “And I,” Berry heard him say, though not in a tone to indicate delight.

  “I thank you, gentlemen.” Her tone indicated none of her pleasure at their acquiescence; she was surely toying with them. Let her have her thoughts of winning for of a surety they would be short-lived.

  Slowly and stiffly Berry stood and went to the ewer, neatly hidden behind an ornate screen. After briskly washing himself—for the water was no longer warm—he lifted a soft cloth and returned to the bed from where Ran had moved and was obviously waiting for Berry to return before he took his place at the ewer. Berry looked at both his lovers.

  “Wish you I wipe the evidence of our proclivities from you or wish you do it yourself?” He spoke to Hermione, who regarded him lazily.

  “Generally, my lord, ‘twould be my pleasure to submit to your ministrations; however, this time, I will minister to myself after I have bid you farewell. Until eleven?”

  He held back his laughter as Ran shook his head and with a muttered oath, disappeared behind the screen. Instead he merely nodded, dropped the cloth on the bedside cabinet, and began to dress in britches and shirt, his cravat still loose around his neck. Hermione lay supine; he felt her gaze follow his and Ran’s every move. Not unaffected or disinterested then, just determined to do things her way. Well, he would allow her that—for now.

  He saw her move uneasily as he continued to regard her, his gaze unwavering. As he knew, that specific, steady gaze was particularly unsettling to the one on the receiving end. She cleared her throat, and he stifled his smile. If she wished to converse, hers would be the first word. Behind him, he could hear Ran, temper restored to its normal, steady level, whistling. Still he regarded her, unblinking.

  Ran appeared in his peripheral vision and by his demeanor, recognized the power play taking place and retired from the ring to dress—and perchance watch? Still Berry stood silent, contemplating the woman before him. Eventually it seemed she could stay quiet any longer.

  “I, er, well, my lords, I think the correct response is I thank you for your attention. As I do. And will be pleased to ride in the park at eleven. But, truly, I am fatigued and need to sleep.”

  “Of course, my dear.” He moved and lifting her hand, drew it to his lips. After the conventional kiss, he turned to her wrist and sucked, seeing his mark with satisfaction. “We will be pleased to call on you at the chosen hour.” He moved back to allow Ran, now dressed, to mark the other wrist before taking his leave and withdrawing from the chamber, Ran close behind.

  “She is playing with us.” Ran all but exploded as they retraced their earlier steps along the mews. “She was sated, gloriously so, and now she bids us leave like recalcitrant children. It is too much.”

  “Or not enough? Ran, my love, exert the patience you are famous for. Allow her to have the upper hand in this matter. For there will be few such occasions in the future, that I can confidently predict.”

  “I feel I will be old and gray before I understand women.” In the pale light of early dawn, he saw Ran shake his head. “She enjoys us apart, seemingly enjoys us together. Therefore, why procrastinate? It is my urgent desire to be buried inside that sweet cunt and feel you deep and hard inside my arse. My cock is quivering even now at the thought of it. Why deny us this, and more, when it is something we each covet? Women.”

  Berry laughed. “Not all women, my love, our woman. Remember that. She wishes to appear to be in control of her—and our—destiny. We pushed; she pushed back. If we had demanded, she would have refused to comply, even though we know her utmost desire is to feel us in both cunt and arse together. We would not now be staff-stiff and wanting, if it was not so. The chase is all the more sweet when the honey is waiting at the end.” After a swift glance along the deserted mews, he moved suddenly and pinned Ran to a wall. Deep in the shadows now, he had Ran’s cock out and into his hands before either drew breath.

  “Now,” he commanded.” Now come in my mouth as I suck you.” So saying his mouth closed around Ran’s rock-hard cock, and he suited actions to words. Ran obeyed almost immediately, his indrawn breath and shivers the only outward sign of completion. On many an occasion, a quick, silent trysting had been their only way to achieve sexual satisfaction, and each were masters at it. Berry stood, swallowed the last of his lover’s cum, and watched as Ran neatened himself.

  “For old time’s sake.” He kissed him hard, allowing the taste of Ran’s cum to transfer to Ran, who returned the kiss with satisfaction.

  “Do you wish?” Ran gestured toward Berry’s straining cock

  Berry laughed softly. “Do I ever not wish so? Nevertheless, I must decline at this moment.” He saw Ran stiffen and knew he had also heard the measured steps of the watch as they moved along the mews toward the gate they had exited earlier. With one unspoken, mutual decision, the gate was ignored, and they walked toward the mews’ end and then into the street—two gentlemen returning home together, seemingly from a night of excesses.

  He saw the watch regard them warily, then relax as he realized they were not young bucks ready for mischief.

  “Night, gentlemen.” Both returned the salutation. At the steps leading to the door of Ran’s establishment, they stopped and shook hands, their own special handshake, that gave promise of strength and excitement.

  “I will call for you at ten thirty.” Berry smiled as he took his leave. “My phaeton?”

  Ran nodded and watched his retreating back, waiting until his friend and lover entered the to
wnhouse adjacent to his before opening his own front door.

  Why had life become so complicated? He wondered, as he climbed the stairs to his bedchamber. Well-acquainted with the art of being rested and alert on little sleep, he knew this night he would need to bring all his powers into play to achieve such relaxation. With a mental shrug, Ran entered his bedchamber. With only a brief, wistful thought of the waste of such a large and intriguing bed when only he was in it, he stripped and fell onto said bed, to sleep deeply and dreamlessly until awakened by his valet.

  ***

  He supposed three hours’ sleep was better than nothing; indeed he had functioned admirably on less, and for night after night at that. However, his third bungled attempt at tying his cravat caused his valet to look at him anxiously.

  “I know, Hockling. I know I am bumble-fingered this morning. Blame the Earl of Langlosh. ‘Tis his fault for keeping me up.” And how, he thought! “We were out and about until the early hours. I fear I am getting too old for such activities.” For in truth, I hope not to be out and about, but in and, well, in from now on. “Ah, I am ready for my coat now. Thank you.” He was assisted into a dark blue jacket of superfine wool and studied his reflection in the mirror. It would do.

  He walked the stairs at a leisurely pace. No one, except Hockling who had been part of his household for many years and nursed him through many wounds unexplained and unmentioned, would have thought this easygoing, languid, elegant gentleman could move at any pace other than slow and, if necessary kill without blinking an eye or breaking a sweat.

  As he reached the entrance hall, Dorris, his austere major-domo, was admitting an equally elegant Berry who, as customary, was dressed all in his signature gray.

  “My Lord, the Earl of Langlosh.” Dorris bowed to them both and withdrew.

  “The horses are waiting if you are ready?”