Michael suddenly bent his legs, which meant that Rosie’s legs were lifted into the air as well. But for Noel’s helping hand her legs would have fallen off and back on to the bed but he managed to drape them over Michael’s knees so that she was now wide open for him. It was at this moment that she fully expected, indeed longed, for his tongue to touch her aching clitoris but, instead, he used it to trace a slow path along her perineum. At the same time his fingers were teasing her buttocks and the rim of her anus. Then Michael suddenly tweaked hard on her right nipple and, as Rosie gasped at the searing flash of pleasure that coursed through her breasts, Noel popped his tongue into her vagina and used it as he would his penis. Suddenly, Rosie felt her belly start to contract and she heard Noel murmur, ‘She’s coming, Michael,’ just a split second before she had her first orgasm.
Both men waited until her body was still again then, after allowing her a few seconds to recover, Noel moved his tongue so that it descended on her clitoris with a feather-light touch. She thought that she was going to climax again immediately, but Noel prevented this by switching to a gentle sucking motion with his lips. It was absolute bliss, and she felt as though the hot tightness that was again building in her lower belly and breasts would never end. Michael’s hands were constantly busy with her breasts and, as her muscles grew tight with an impending second orgasm, Noel suddenly withdrew his head from between her thighs and instead inserted two fingers into her and started to slowly massage her G-spot.
Rosie felt like screaming. It was a glorious sensation, but it had spoilt the build-up to her second orgasm. She murmured her frustration, but Michael whispered reassuringly into her ear, promising her that it would be worth waiting and that they both knew what they were doing.
Noel repeated the exquisite torture several times, working on her with his tongue and his mouth and then, every time she reached the brink of orgasm, withdrawing his mouth and returning to her G-spot. It was only when both men seemed to sense that she could take no more that he finally used both tongue and lips on her clitoris at the same time. As her body began to buck, his fingers returned to her vagina so that as she came she felt as if her entire sex was being plundered.
Her moment of ultimate release was shattering, and she cried out with delight. When it was over, Noel carefully rolled her off Michael and they returned her to her original position, sandwiched between the two of them. ‘There, wasn’t that great?’ asked Noel.
‘Incredible,’ murmured Rosie, still in a daze and with every nerve ending alive and tingling.
‘Now I think it’s time we had some fun as well,’ said Michael. It was then that Rosie realised, with a surge of excitement, that the evening was far from over.
‘We want to make sure you go on enjoying it as much as you have been,’ said Noel quickly, ‘so we’ll get you thoroughly prepared first.’ The way Rosie’s body was feeling, she thought that she was probably already very well prepared. That, plus the additional excitement of knowing that she was going to satisfy both men at once, was driving her into a frenzy. Clearly the men had further delights in store for her before they finally gained satisfaction for themselves.
They both moved away from her slightly but each of them kept one hand reassuringly on her body so that she never lost complete physical contact. After a few moments, Noel straddled her upper abdomen and, while Michael licked gently around the nape and side of her neck and her ear, Noel – his hands well oiled – began to massage her breasts.
First of all he slid the flat of his right hand diagonally across her right breast, trailing it towards her left shoulder. Then he slid his left hand across her left breast in the same manner. The sensation was exquisite and he repeated this movement time and time again until she felt she could no longer stand it. As her breathing quickened, Noel smiled down at her. ‘Time for a change I think,’ he said seductively.
Next, using one well-oiled fingertip and the lightest possible touch, he drew a spiral on one of her breasts, beginning on the outer side and moving inwards until he reached the nipple. She had never been touched on her breasts so delicately before, and when he repeated the stroke on the other breast she gave a tiny cry of delight. ‘Does it feel good?’ he queried.
‘It’s absolutely fantastic,’ whispered Rosie. ‘Don’t stop, whatever you do.’
‘I’ve no intention of stopping,’ he assured her. ‘In fact, there’s plenty more to come.’
Rosie shivered. This was proving to be the most exciting evening of her life. Next, Noel, his eyes narrowed slightly in concentration, carefully squeezed a little skin on each side of her right nipple then, very lightly, he slid his fingers outwards moving along the ridge of flesh that he had raised. Streaks of excitement and pleasure were coursing through Rosie’s breasts and she could feel her nipples hardening once again. After endless repetitions of this, Noel, noticing her rigidly erect nipples, carefully squeezed the right one between his oiled forefinger and thumb and slid his fingers up and off the nipple. Rosie’s breathing was now audible in the otherwise silent room and, just when she thought the sensation couldn’t possibly be bettered, Noel began to use both hands alternately on the same nipple, sliding each hand up and off.
The searing pleasure was no longer confined to her breasts alone but was shooting down between her ribs, through her abdomen and into her vulva. It was only after Noel had repeated the movement on her left nipple so that both breasts had been equally stimulated that she was finally allowed a moment’s breathing space. Her senses had never been so heightened and, when Michael rolled her on to her left side and gently pushed her knees up towards her chest, she gazed into Noel’s face, her eyes shining with excitement and sexual desire. ‘What’s he going to do?’ she asked.
‘Wait and see,’ said Noel. ‘I know you’ll love it.’ As he spoke, he started to massage her breasts again and instantly every nerve ending leapt beneath his skilled touch.
When Rosie felt Michael start to part her buttocks she tensed slightly, wondering what was about to happen. ‘It’s all right,’ Michael assured her, ‘we’d never do anything to hurt you. This is just to make it easier for all of us to climax together.’
For some reason, Rosie trusted them completely. She felt the rim of her rectum being touched with a well-lubricated finger and then the finger was inserted very gently just inside the opening, spreading some gel inside her. After that, she heard Michael get off the bed and move around the room but, when she tried to turn her head to see what he was doing, Noel clasped her face between his hands and bent down to kiss her. His tongue licked and teased the corners of her mouth, and his lips were firm and demanding against hers. She responded instantly, forgetting about Michael, and it was only when she felt the weight of his body on the bed again that she remembered he was there.
‘I’m going to use this to open you up a little bit more,’ Michael explained quietly. ‘It should feel really good; if it doesn’t, let me know.’
For a moment Rosie felt anxious but Noel reassured her at once. ‘It’ll be great,’ he promised her. ‘Honestly, it’ll drive you out of your mind with pleasure.’
His words alone were almost enough to do that; she had never before been to bed with someone as skilled, as creative, as these men.
In the meantime, Michael fitted a thin ribbed latex wand on to the end of a vibrator and then, with the greatest of care, began to ease it into the already lubricated opening between Rosie’s buttocks. Once it was in past two of the ridged marks he turned the vibrator on to a low setting. As it began to move, Rosie felt the most incredible sensation as the fragile, nerve-filled walls were stimulated and shafts of pleasure shot through her. At the same time, the nerve endings behind her clitoris began to tingle so that suddenly she was desperate for stimulation between her thighs. Noel seemed to understand how she was feeling.
‘Touch yourself there,’ he suggested. ‘We don’t mind; in fact we’d love to see you masturbate.’
Rosie wondered briefly where all her inhibitions had go
ne, but she was so carried away by the sheer sensual delights of the evening and the incredibly relaxed atmosphere that there no longer seemed to be any limits to what was acceptable. Quickly she lowered her hand between her thighs and began to move her fingers in slow circles over her outer sex lips so that the clitoris was indirectly stimulated.
Noel could see the muscles of her abdomen tightening and rippling. ‘You can come if you like,’ he assured her. His words, together with the magic of his hands and the fantastic sensations between her buttocks, were enough to tip her over the edge and her whole body shivered and shook as once again she reached the pinnacle of pleasure.
When her orgasm was over, Michael turned off the vibrator and very carefully removed the plastic extension from her rectum. As he did this, Noel stopped massaging her breasts and kissing her and gently sat her upright on the bed. A somewhat dazed Rosie watched as Noel positioned himself on the side of the bed with his feet on the floor. He then lay back flat. His erection was very impressive. ‘Time for you to do some work now, Rosie,’ he said with a grin.
‘What would you like me to do?’ she asked with a smile.
‘Just sit on it and then lean forward with your arms each side of my shoulders,’ said Noel.
Rosie needed no second bidding. She positioned herself above his swollen penis and then lowered herself slowly down on to him until she was fully impaled. Then, remembering his instructions, she leant forward and her breasts, well oiled from his earlier massage, were within easy reach of his mouth. She tipped herself lower still, desperate for him to take one of her aching nipples into his mouth, which he obligingly did.
It was then that she heard the sound of a condom being unwrapped and, glancing over her shoulder, she saw Michael preparing to enter her from behind. Rosie had never tried sex this way before, but she felt certain that it was going to be terrific. Noel’s lips were clamped tightly round her left breast and he moved his head up and down so that he was stretching her nipple to its fullest extent and then releasing it, just as his fingers had done earlier.
By now Rosie was trembling, tense with rising desire and in keen anticipation of what was about to happen. She felt Michael part the cheeks of her bottom and then, very, very slowly he was easing himself into her. The incredible sensation of fullness in both her vagina and her rectum was as exciting as Noel had promised. Once Michael was fully inside her, he stopped moving.
‘It’s up to you now,’ Noel said gently. ‘We can’t move; you have to. If you thrust your hips backwards and forwards you’ll be bringing us both off at the same time.’
She began to move, slowly at first but then, as she heard both men’s gasps and groans of mounting excitement, she quickened her pace. She could tell by the expression on Noel’s face when he was about to come and, just seconds before he reached release, she froze in mid-movement. Noel’s eyes widened in astonishment and he stared up at her. ‘Don’t stop now, please,’ he groaned in mock despair.
‘I thought you’d like to wait a few more seconds,’ laughed Rosie. ‘After all, you only get the one chance, unlike me.’
Behind her Michael too was groaning with exquisite frustration. They both knew that Rosie was playing with them as they had played with her but knew also that she wouldn’t keep them waiting very long. She couldn’t because her own climax was building so rapidly that she would be prolonging the agony for herself as well as for them.
To encourage her, Noel managed to reach down and his oiled finger located the centre of her pleasure. He tapped very lightly on her clitoris and then slid his finger up and down the side of the small shaft. Almost immediately Rosie felt everything inside her start to bunch up in a pre-orgasmic spasm and, in order to stimulate herself beyond the point of no return, she started to move her hips frantically faster and faster with complete disregard to the men.
Within seconds the wonderful hot melting feeling was beginning and the dreadful tightness suddenly exploded into flooding release that surged through every part of her. At the same time both the men uttered huge groans and gasps as they too reached shattering orgasms.
When the last tingling sensations died away, Rosie felt utterly exhausted. She had never been so sated, and was grateful when the men withdrew from her and she was able to collapse into a heap on the bed. She was vaguely aware that both of them were climbing on to the bed with her, then one of them drew a duvet around them all and they fell into a deep and satisfying sleep.
Chapter Four
It was at the beginning of the second week of the four-week rehearsal period when Esther realised that she was definitely in trouble. As she’d suspected from the beginning, the role of Kay didn’t really suit her. For a start, she knew that her looks were against her. Kay wasn’t meant to be as pretty as Hazel, and she was meant to be far more intelligent and sensible. Although Rebecca was tackling the part of Hazel with gusto, and giving a more than creditable performance, there was still no disguising the fact that she looked far more like Priestley had intended Kay to look, and her delivery of lines was far more like Esther imagined Kay’s would have been.
At the beginning she’d hoped that it was simply her imagination and lack of confidence, and that the rest of the company wouldn’t be aware that she was struggling. However, when she confided to Rosie that she wasn’t sure she was getting it right Rosie pulled a sympathetic face. ‘I can’t think why he cast you as Kay,’ she said. ‘We can all see it was stupid. I don’t know why he doesn’t change you and Rebecca round even now. It isn’t too late, and we all think you’d both be more comfortable that way.’ After that, Esther realised that she was right. She’d been miscast.
On the Tuesday of the second week, shortly after lunch, they resumed rehearsals at the point where they had finished in the morning. Esther particularly hated the end of Act II. It was at this point in the play that she had to discuss with her brother Alan – played very well by Noel – her thoughts on the terrible changes that had taken place in the time-warp section. She had to look back to the girl she’d been at nineteen, and reflect on the hideous passage of time. She had a line in which she had to say: ‘There’s a great devil in the universe, and we call it Time.’
She knew perfectly well that her delivery of this was quite appalling. She sounded either over-melodramatic or, when she attempted to tone it down, totally disinterested. It was with considerable trepidation that she resumed the scene and, although Noel did his best to help carry her through, when they came to the end – and Esther was left supposedly looking out of the window in reflective mood – there was absolute silence in the rehearsal hall.
‘Right then,’ said Christopher just when it had seemed to Esther that the silence was never going to end, ‘I think this calls for a bit of discussion. Let’s all sit round and have a bit of a chat about what Priestley intended here, shall we?’
‘I’d really rather not,’ said Damon audibly to Ellie. ‘In my opinion if we don’t know what he intended by now then we shouldn’t be in the play at all.’
Esther flushed. She knew perfectly well that the remark was aimed at her, because everyone else seemed to be coping with their roles far better than she was.
‘We can do without that kind of destructive remark, Damon,’ said Christopher. ‘Gather round, everyone.’
Esther could tell that no one was in the least enthusiastic about this, apart from Rosie, who was pretty enthusiastic about everything including – if Esther understood her correctly – Noel and Michael. She wished she had some kind of sexual distraction at the moment. Although at first she’d been too upset to miss the constant supply of sex that Marcus had given her, she was beginning to feel somewhat irritable. Her libido was high and, because she was struggling so hard with the play, she certainly wasn’t making any inroads into Christopher’s affections. If anything, it seemed that Theresa was the one most likely to supplant Rebecca in his affections.
‘Now,’ Christopher said seriously. ‘We can all see that you’ve worked very hard on this, Esther. How
do you feel that you’re doing?’
It was a stupid question and Esther wished that he hadn’t asked it. ‘I feel reasonably comfortable in the first and last acts,’ she explained, ‘but I find the middle act really difficult.’
‘You don’t seem any different in the middle act,’ said Ellie Ford.
‘I wouldn’t say that,’ interrupted Rebecca. ‘You do seem different, Esther, but you don’t seem like Kay.’
‘I don’t feel like Kay,’ confessed Esther. ‘Quite frankly, Christopher, I’m not sure I’m right for this part.’
‘Of course you are,’ said Christopher with a note of irritation in his voice. ‘You don’t think I’d have chosen you if I hadn’t known you were perfectly capable of doing it, do you?’ Esther shook her head. ‘Right, then I suggest we do some hot-seating,’ said Christopher.
Esther wanted to groan aloud. She absolutely loathed hot-seating and didn’t feel that it served any useful purpose at all. However, she knew it was extremely popular with a lot of directors and many actors, and by the looks on the faces of those around her she sensed that she was in the minority. Only Damon looked as horrified as she felt, which was no surprise because it was clear that Damon was one of those people who thought that acting was something you simply got on with.
‘OK, Esther, you sit in the middle of the circle and we’ll ask you questions,’ said Christopher. ‘Remember now, you answer them all as though you’re Kay. Who wants to start?’
‘I will,’ Noel said enthusiastically. ‘What’s your favourite food?’
Esther’s mind went totally blank. She couldn’t even think what her own favourite food was, never mind what Kay’s might have been. In fact, she wasn’t certain what sort of food Kay would have eaten back in 1919. ‘Italian!’ she blurted out.
There was a collective burst of laughter and Christopher frowned. ‘Don’t be silly, Esther,’ he said. ‘I hardly think Kay was likely to be eating Italian food, do you?’
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