Ultimate Sins
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Naked before them Maggie felt herself rooted to the spot under the heat of their inspective gaze. Certain that she was already well on her way to damnation, Maggie knew she didn’t want to run, and her impatience grew as she mentally willed them to fall on her.
‘If we do this,’ Peter spoke to John, as if Maggie simply wasn’t there, ‘one of us can marry her. It would all stop, the gossip, the looks. One of us at least would be accepted, which would certainly help the other one. Yes? We do agree that the inconvenience of having to service a girl occasionally would be worth it?’
John nodded, they had considered acquiring a token wife before, but they needed a woman they could trust, someone who wouldn’t go running off to the local priest at the first moment’s freedom. Having a prisoner for a wife would simply be too tiresome and lead to more local interest, not less. He looked critically at the shivering girl. ‘She is very low born; the farm labourer’s daughter. Questions would be asked. Marriage by rape is one thing, but it is generally conducted between the correct classes.’
Maggie’s chest was aching through lack of attention as she stood, her eyes still cast down, waiting for their next move. The hush seemed to go on forever as Peter considered John’s words, before he finally spoke, ‘We could pretend it was a genuine love match. I’m sure she could convince people of that, especially if her life depended on it.’ He turned to Maggie, ‘Could you, girl?’
‘Oh yes, Sir’ she stammered, wishing she had the courage to say ‘Touch me, it wouldn’t be rape, I want this.’ She was yearning so hard for them to stroke her, smooth her, do something, anything, that she was afraid she might howl out in frustration and alert the whole village.
‘It has to be you,’ John spoke to his lover over Maggie’s head. ‘You have more experience with women.’
Peter nodded gravely, gripped Maggie by the shoulders and, without preamble, began kissing her savagely. If John hadn’t moved behind her and clasped his smooth un-calloused hands around each breast, Maggie would have sunk down under the ferocious mouth. After initial shock of the longed for onslaught, she kissed Peter back as hard as she could, her mind bursting with all the illicit fantasies she’d ever had as their teeth clashed together.
Peter broke away, his breath was short as he instructed John, ‘Rub your fingertips over her nipples, she’ll love that, we want her to be willing after all.’
Clumsily at first, John did as he was bidden, and slowly began to caress each teat, watching with fascination as they puckered beneath his touch, sending waves of desire coursing through Maggie’s body, and forcing mewing noises from her lips. John continued to inflame her chest as Peter bent down and ran a finger between her slick legs. Maggie whined with pent up lust as she rubbed herself against his extended digit.
‘She’s nearly there, keep going.’ John quickened the pace of his kneading whilst Peter flicked at her nub with one long rough finger, whilst slowly inserting another into her pussy, sending Maggie soaring into her first genuine orgasm.
The force of her release sent Maggie to her knees. She threw her hands over her mouth to stifle the scream climbing up her throat. The two men grabbed at each other above her crouched, come racked body, their initial caution at being observed forgotten in their renewed need for each other, both turned on far more than they had expected by the creature that had fallen beneath them.
Momentarily abandoned, Maggie sat between their legs, panting for breath, her bare legs scratched by the bracken-covered ground, as she inspected the bulges in the men’s hose. Cautiously, she reached up, fascinated, and tentatively stroked the material that stretched over each set of balls. Their reaction was instant. Pulling apart, startled, they looked down at the incredible girl who smiled up at them, and continued to caress their taut bodies.
Peter stepped back slightly, checked in an unspoken enquiry with John, and pulled down his hose. Maggie didn’t need to be told what to do, and instantly gobbled at the proffered cock. John watched as Peter closed his eyes, a look of indulgent pleasure on his face, before pulling off his own hose and, positioning himself behind Maggie, pushed his dick between her legs, robbing her eager body of the last traces of virginity. With blissful relief, she gasped for air around the thick shaft that crammed her mouth as she found herself filled to the hilt.
As he felt his own self-control ebbing away, Peter pulled out of Maggie’s mouth, pushed her, back first, onto the splintered ground, with John still wedged between her legs. Peter pulled John’s buttocks apart and jammed himself firmly between his flushed arse cheeks. He alone could see how deliciously sinful the three of them looked, and vowed that this would be a position they would take turns to adopt as often as possible.
Finally they had found a girl they could get used to, a girl whom could provide them the respectability they needed, and it appeared, would do anything they wanted, and he thanked God she’d discovered them.
Peter decided he would visit Maggie’s father the following day. As Lord of the Manor his request to marry the girl would not be refused, and he’d go ahead anyway, even if it was. The gentle moans of satisfaction that drifted up from the ground beneath him, assured him that Maggie was more than satisfied with their plan. And she was.
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