Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Robin Gideon

  “Seriously?” she asked.

  Caleb and Nick nodded. She turned her attention back to Sebastian and asked, “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-one, Ms. Amberson.”

  Lydia inhaled deeply, her breasts swelling inside the lace-trimmed cups of her bra, and said, “That’s of legal age.”

  She raised her hand, curling her index finger to indicate she wanted the young man to step closer.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lydia’s heart was hammering against her ribs as she curled her fingers around the solid shaft of Sebastian’s cock and tugged him closer. She watched as a small pearl of pre-cum formed at the slit. Seeing the cream, she uttered a soft, low purr of feminine carnality.

  So young. She bent to the side and kissed the tip of Sebastian’s cock, flicking her tongue out to lick off the cream. Nick and Caleb are confident enough to let me enjoy myself with these young men. She pushed her lips over the head of Sebastian’s cock, tightening her lips around the shaft. So young, and sooo delicious.

  Lydia nibbled with her lips on the hard flesh as she took Sebastian’s cock to the back of her mouth. He did not have the dimensions of Nick or Caleb, but that didn’t bother her. He was young and lusty and obviously very virile, and as she drew a firm suction on him, his thighs started to tremble. Lydia surmised that he didn’t have the sexual discipline that her lovers had polished to a fine degree.

  She nodded back and forth several times, then let Sebastian slip out from between her lips. When she looked at Nick and Caleb, their faces were slightly flushed. Were they still okay with her entertaining herself with the handsome young interns?

  “Listen, I don’t want anything to break what we’re trying to put together,” Lydia said. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

  “It’s a perfect idea,” Nick said, his timbre husky with lust. “It’s your turn with them now. After that, once they’ve left, it’ll be time for Caleb and myself to discover once again what wonderful pleasures you’re capable of providing.”

  Lydia blew him a kiss, then indicated she wanted Ian to stand beside her chair, on the opposite side of Sebastian. She took his cock in her hand, then buried the young man as deeply in her mouth as she could. The crown of his cock throbbed against the entrance to her throat for long seconds. When she finally started bobbing, she swirled her tongue against the underside of the knob, and felt the young man tremble.

  After several seconds, Lydia released Ian. After a moment she let her gaze dance left and right, from one young, hard cock to the other. Each one glistened with her saliva. She got slowly to her feet, warming to this new role she was playing like an actress on a stage, with the two men she loved as the only members of her audience.

  “Sebastian, isn’t it? Please get down on your knees for me. I want you to take off my panties.” The sound of her own voice seemed odd in her ears, the tone of it different from any she’d ever before used. As the young intern knelt before her, she looked at Nick and Caleb and said, “And I get to ask anything of them?”

  “They’re yours to command,” Caleb answered.

  Lydia lifted her skirt to expose her stockings, then her thong panties. “Before you remove my panties, I want you to kiss me. Kiss me through my panties. I”—sexual tension caused her throat to momentarily constrict—“I want to feel your warm breath on my pussy through my panties.”

  She watched, hardly breathing, as the intern leaned forward and brought his mouth to the juncture of her thighs. To feel his lips against her pussy was electrifying. When he blew his breath against her, she watched his cheeks puff outward and felt the heat make her clit even more erect.

  “Yesss,” she purred. It was supremely erotic to watch the handsome young man kissing her intimately. There was something particularly erotic about still having her panties on that she accepted, but didn’t entirely understand. “Are my panties wet?”

  Sebastian tilted his head back on his shoulders and replied, “Yes, Ms. Amberson.”

  “Take them off, please.” She waited until Sebastian had followed her orders, then sat back in her chair. “Now I’d like you to lick my”—again her throat tightened, this time at a word she was about to use—“cunt.” She sighed. “I never say that word.”

  Lydia thought his smile was a bit cheeky as the intern eased her right thigh up on his shoulder, and brought his mouth to her pussy. As his tongue slipped between her folds, she sighed softly and looked at Ian and Heath.

  “I’d like you two to unbutton my blouse. I want you sucking on my nipples while Sebastian—”

  Her words were cut off when Sebastian sucked her clit between his lips, then slipped a single, slender finger into her pussy. Lydia felt like she was in a dream as she watched her blouse being unbuttoned to expose her bra. She helped the interns slide the sheer cups beneath the mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard as jewels, but they became even more erect when two warm, wet mouths began sucking on them. Lydia played her hands lightly over the backs of the men, enjoying the warmth of their smooth skin beneath her palms.

  She looked at Caleb. His gaze practically glittered with simmering desire. Lydia closed her eyes and tried to see herself as Caleb did. Would he see a wanton woman of thirty-five satisfying her kinky desires with three men barely in their twenties? Would he see an intelligent and sophisticated woman who accepted her sexuality for what it was? Or would he see a shameless slut searching for her lost youth in the arms of three college students on their way to master’s degrees?

  Lydia opened her eyes and looked down through the valley of her breasts. Sebastian was on the floor, her right leg over his shoulder as he sucked lightly on her clit, working his tongue against the small button with side-to-side flicks that sent pleasure surging through her veins. He was, she decided, almost feminine in his beauty.

  “Oh, yes,” Lydia whispered to the trio in general. “Just like that.” She put her hand to the back of Heath’s head and forced his face to press more deeply into her breast. “Harder. Suck harder on my nipples.” Another small sigh escaped her. “Bite them when I tell you to.”

  Nick chuckled softly and said, “She’s getting demanding.”

  “Wonderful,” Caleb replied. “She’s nothing less than perfect.”

  His words were an aphrodisiac. In a whisper, she said, “Bite my nipples.”

  She was looking into Caleb’s eyes when the first climax gripped her senses, causing her to shiver in her chair as she clutched tightly to the heads of two young men as a third fingered her pussy while sucking on her clit. Lydia managed to not scream, though she was vaguely aware of unintentionally kicking Sebastian in the back rather hard. She hoped she hadn’t bruised him. His beauty was such that bruises would mar its perfection.

  “Give me a second to catch my breath,” Lydia said when the last contraction had gone through her. “Then I want one of you to fuck me. Or maybe all of you.” A shiver went through her. “I can’t believe I just said that.” She combed fingers through her hair. “What’s happened to me? I’m not the type of woman who does things like this.”

  Lydia took off her jacket and slipped it over the back of her chair, then quickly removed her blouse, bra, and skirt.

  “Please, leave the garter belt, stockings, and stilettos on,” Nick said to Lydia. “You look sexy in them.” He looked at Heath and said, “Freshen our drinks, then do as the lady demands.”

  “I feel like I’m in a dream world of some kind,” Lydia whispered, speaking as much to herself as to her lovers. “Things like this just don’t happen in my life.”

  “They do now,” Nick said.

  Lydia let the young men take her by the hand and lead her to the sofa. She sat and leaned back, her head and shoulders against the padded backrest, her buns barely on the seat cushion. Caleb and Nick had risen from their chairs and now stood in the center of the suite where they had an unobstructed view of her. Lydia liked the fire she saw in their eyes.

  “I’ve never, ever done anything like this,” Lydi
a said, suddenly insecure now that she’d had an orgasm and the reality of her intemperate behavior was registering in her consciousness. “You’re sure this okay?”

  “Trust us,” Nick replied. “We know you better than you know yourself. You’re going to love this.”

  Lydia watched as Heath guided the head of his cock to her slit, rubbing the crown up and down over her sex lips briefly before pushing inside. She sighed with pleasure, but with Heath’s dimensions unimpressive compared to her lovers, she just didn’t get the same full-to-overflowing feeling.

  Sebastian and Ian stepped onto the sofa, their cocks hard, the skin over the crowns stretched tautly. As Lydia took them by the shafts, she looked at Nick and Caleb. Though both men were fully dressed, each had bulging trousers.

  “Take your cocks out,” Lydia said in a tremulous whisper. “Let me see them.”

  Nick shook his head. “That’s for later, after these boys have satisfied you and left.” He took a sip of whiskey from his cocktail glass, and then tapped Heath on the shoulder. “Remember the rules I set. I expect them to be followed.”

  Heath looked over his shoulder at the big man and said, “Yes, sir. We won’t make any mistakes.”

  Lydia wondered what that was about, but she didn’t concern herself overmuch. Her lovers had masterfully understood her own cravings much more accurately than she did herself, so if they had planned some surprise then Lydia was quite certain she’d be entertained by it. So far, Nick and Caleb had been more “entertaining” than she’d thought possible.

  * * * *

  Nick went to the liquor cart, added ice to his glass, then refilled it with whiskey from a decanter. He paused a moment, sipping the whiskey, fighting against the urge to pull down his zipper and release the raging erection he had inside his trousers. When he turned around to once again observe the activities on the sofa, the scope of his voyeuristic pleasure gripped his insides like a hand suddenly clenching into a fist.

  Lydia was on the sofa, with Sebastian now between her shapely thighs, pumping his cock into her pussy as Heath and Ian, standing on either side of her, took turns having her suck them. A flare of jealousy went through Nick as he watched his lover’s breasts trembling, the extravagant mounds reacting to the constantly increasing speed of Sebastian’s thrusts.

  Don’t be a fool! This is exactly what she needs. There’s no reason for you to be jealous.

  “Oh, no!” Sebastian said suddenly.

  Nick watched as the young man withdrew from Lydia’s pussy. Grabbing his shaft, he fisted his cock and an instant later jets of cream streamed from his slit to splatter against Lydia’s stomach. Nick suppressed a smile. The young men were clearly virile and horny as hell, but they lacked the sensual skill and sexual discipline and stamina that he and Caleb possessed. Nick realized his momentary bout of jealousy was entirely without cause or foundation.

  A temporary emotional setback. Nothing more than that.

  “Ian, I think it’s your turn to experience the pleasure of Ms. Amberson’s pussy,” Nick said as he stepped closer, not wanting to miss seeing a single second of this erotic display.

  Ian stepped off the sofa as Sebastian moved out from between Lydia’s thighs. He got down on his knees, tapping the underside of his crown against her pink clit several times, then thrust the full length of his cock into her slit. Lydia’s low, passionate moan told Nick that though she hadn’t climaxed from Sebastian’s thrusts, she was getting more aroused by the second. Nick knew then that it had been a good idea to have three young lovers for Lydia, not just one.

  When Lydia put her middle two fingers against her clit and began rubbing vigorously in a circular motion while Ian worked his lean torso back and forth, Nick realized it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed again. He smiled, pleased that this idea he’d conceived with Caleb was working so spectacularly.

  The intensity of Lydia’s moans increased, and thirty seconds after she started caressing her clit while Ian filled her slit with his young, hard cock, she started climaxing for the second time that day. She was still working her fingers against her clit when Ian withdrew completely and climaxed, adding his sperm to Sebastian’s on her stomach.

  Heath was the last to come. At the final moment, when he could withstand no more pleasure, he pulled out of Lydia’s mouth completely, turned his hips sharply, and splashed her breasts with his seed.

  “Exactly as ordered,” Caleb said, moving closer to the sofa. “Now you gentlemen can leave.”

  Nick looked at the three interns, their bodies slightly sweaty from exertion and excitement, faint smiles on their faces. Though all three had climaxed, each still was in possession of a semi-erection. Nick was certain that if he asked them to, they could all have another go at Lydia. Maybe even twice more.

  “This won’t be the last time Ms. Amberson will require your services before you return to England and your studies, but it’s the last time tonight.” Nick patted Sebastian on the shoulder. “Go on now, gentlemen, and have a good time the rest of the evening.” He bent low and spoke into Heath’s ear. “Just remember, no women. Until you return to London, the only woman you touch is Ms. Amberson, and then it’s only when Caleb or I tell you to.”

  “Yes, sir,” the young man replied. “You made it perfectly clear from the very beginning what you expected of us, and let’s face it, we’re all more than willing. We won’t forget or disappoint you.”

  * * * *

  Lydia looked at herself in the mirror with a critical eye. When she was ready to step out of the bathroom, she wanted to look exactly as Nick and Caleb had hoped she would. More than she had thought possible, she didn’t want to disappoint them.

  Since her lusty excursion on the sofa with the three young Englishmen, she had showered for a full ten minutes, washing their cum from her body as she luxuriated in the hot water and the feel of her own soapy hands pleasuring nerve endings all over her body. Then she toweled off, completely redid her coiffure so that it was pinned up nicely and showed off her small ears, and then did her makeup to perfection. Lastly, after a touch of Bellagio perfume in all the right places, she slipped into a white silk chemise that came down to the tops of her thighs, just barely covering her most intimate place.

  I don’t just want them to want to fuck me, I want them ravenous for me. I want them to act like barbarians. I want Caleb and Nick to think I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. She closed her eyes for a moment and lifted the chemise. When she opened her eyes again, she looked at the small triangle of neatly trimmed hair above labia that had been carefully shaven to be entirely hair-free. Do they want me to shave everything off? She shook her head. Not tonight. If they want me to shave everything, I will. But not tonight.

  Lydia thought about putting on a garter belt and thigh-highs, then decided against it. Even though Nick had voiced his approval of the sexy lingerie, for her to do it she’d have to step out of the bathroom, go past the men to her suitcase to retrieve the necessary items, return to the bathroom to put them on, then try to make a second grand entrance. No, that simply wouldn’t do. She’d have to seduce them in the revealing white chemise that put her breasts on loving display, and barely covered the pussy that tingled in anticipation of what Nick and Caleb would do to it.

  They’ve changed everything about my world. Those men have turned upside down everything I thought I knew about myself. She picked up the small, plastic bottle of Astroglide and applied it strategically. She looked into the reflection of her own eyes in the mirror. I’m going to get fucked tonight like I’ve never been fucked before. I’ll bet I’m going to be sore as hell tomorrow. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. I sure as frickin’ hell hope so, anyway!

  Chapter Twelve

  Caleb took a sip of his beer and wondered whether or not he’d made a solid decision when he flew the three young interns to Canada so they could pleasure Lydia without all of New Oslo figuring out the illicit arrangement. The solid lump inside his jeans told him he’d enjoyed th
e show she put on, though he knew there were equal measures of jealousy to go along with the pleasurable voyeurism he’d experienced. One thing he had no doubts about was that Lydia, under the right circumstances, was an exhibitionist.

  He was glad the three boys—they weren’t really boys, he knew, but they seemed so to him—had followed his instructions to the letter. They weren’t to kiss Lydia on the mouth unless she initiated the kiss. That was a rule he had insisted on. And they weren’t to try anything anal. That was Nick’s rule, but Caleb had gone along with it readily enough. Caleb didn’t want them climaxing inside her, and Nick said he didn’t want them coming on her face. She wasn’t, after all, some tawdry actress in a sleazy movie.

  All three of them wanted another go at her. They’re horny and virile. They’re so young that it makes Lydia feel young, too. It makes her feel good about herself.

  He remembered the almost electrical charge he got out of seeing Lydia guide Sebastian’s cock to her mouth, kissing his spongy knob before licking and sucking on it. His first reaction had been to involuntarily hold his breath, battling against green jealousy before realizing that what Lydia was doing had nothing to do with love or permanence or her relationship to him and Nick. The young Englishmen were simply a temporary diversion, an adventurous side-trip on the journey of life.

  The sound of the bathroom door opening drew his attention. He turned toward it, and he watched Lydia step out, looking radiant and sexy as hell in a white slip trimmed in lace. The décolletage seemed to be having some trouble containing her extravagant breasts. His breath once again caught in his throat.

  “Hello, gentlemen,” Lydia said softly, her tone warm. “Miss me?”