She must learn more about her own body—about men—if she wanted to be a good wife.
So of course when Harley leaned on the lowest balcony railing to survey the entire Grand Hall, Ivy ran her palm across the rounded contour of his rump. Harley tensed and sucked in air as she put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, “Tell me about the men who are worthy of praise.”
To her surprise, a bashful cast came over his rugged face. Harley—shy? This amused her to no end, and she swept her palm lower so her fingertips caressed where his ball sac filled his trousers. His hands gripped the brass railing so tightly his knuckles were white, but his feet remained planted apart on the red carpet. “‘When a meritorious man finds himself near to women, his member grows, gets strong, vigorous, and hard.’”
“Hmm,” Ivy said lightly. She enjoyed playing coy. Sweeping her palm lower, she cupped a handful of juicy, firm scrotum. Harley hissed in air when she squeezed slightly, causing her to wonder if she was being too rough, but he said, “‘Such a man is liked by women. This is because the woman loves the man only for the sake of coition.’”
Ivy tossed her head back and brayed like a donkey. “A woman loves a man only for coition? Oh, my. And I thought it was the other way around. That men only loved women for that reason. I am liking this Arabia more and more.”
Perhaps feeling that he was losing leverage, Harley continued to recite from his pornographic manuscript. “‘The virile member, to please women, must have at most a length of three handbreadths—’”
It was Ivy’s turn to gasp. “Three handbreadths?” She paused with her hand full of his luscious balls, tracing an outline with the tip of her fingernail that made his whole athletic body shudder. Three handbreadths, she thought. She slid her free hand down his abdomen. Audaciously grasping his cock, she was surprised how its plumpness already filled just one of her hand’s breadths. Bending at the knees, her right hand skated along the ridge of the ball sac until it met her other hand.
Two hands. Both hands were capably filled with Harley’s masculinity, and she didn’t even come close to grasping the large mushroom cockhead she had daydreamed about.
Turning his head to her, Harley murmured, “‘A man whose member is of less dimensions cannot please women.’”
“You terrify me,” Ivy whispered back, unashamed by the admission. Her beaus had not nearly his dimensions! When she squeezed the shaft, rubbery and firm between her fingers, a juicy drip slid down her inner thigh. She was hot for him yet horrified at the same time. How would she ever accommodate such a massive tool? Very, very slowly. She smiled to herself.
“‘Do not withhold from me love’s joys,’” Harley whispered. “‘And do not be bashful. Give yourself up to me. I shall never cause you trouble. I shall always remain as I am, and you as you are, knowing that I am the servant and you are the mistress ever.’”
“That is a beautiful poem,” Ivy whispered then covered Harley’s mouth with hers.
She felt his penis twitch and inflate as she kissed him. She mounted his hip, rubbing her pubic bone against his sinews, squeezing his virile member in her palm. He remained leaning against the railing, huffing his arousal against the side of her face. Captain Park was such a wild satyr—how could she ever hope to pleasure him? She was a mere ignorant woman, practically a virgin compared to his wide-ranging experiences. Harland Park would never be satisfied with a woman who was not built to accommodate him.
“Starting your investigation without me?”
Harley and Ivy gasped as they whipped their heads to see Neil, ten feet away at the end of the row of chairs.
Chapter Fourteen
With thumbs casually hooked into his gun belt, Neil viewed Harley and the woman he imagined already was his fiancée locked in an amorous clutch.
Oddly, Neil wasn’t jealous. In fact, it was fascinating to see Harley’s massive tool jutting out from between Ivy’s fingers, fingers that looked tiny wrapped around such a piece of beef. The couple looked so compatible together, it even occurred to Neil to bow out and allow Harley to win Ivy’s hand. Both were strong-headed, determined, intelligent beings. Ivy had much to learn, but Harley was the ideal mentor with his translations of bawdy writings, his investigations of male brothels, and his general interest in anything slightly prurient.
True, Neil hadn’t known that women were capable of orgasms either. How was he supposed to learn this, spending most of his adult years with family people stuck on a cattle ranch? Neil was a cracksman, a housebreaker, and he’d done everything under the armpits to avoid the harshest possible sentence. Still, he’d been thrown in with crass coves who were also ignorant of judys—where would Neil have learned about women’s orgasms? Men did not race about giving hookers orgasms. And hookers were pretty much the only women Neil had ever dabbed it up with.
The couple appeared so mortified to be caught canoodling, Neil felt obligated to jolly them along, to pretend to be angry. “What’s this I see?” As he approached, Ivy straightened up and removed her hands from Harley’s pulsing cock. Now that Neil got an eyeful of its glorious erect length clad inside the trouser wool, his suspicions were confirmed. Harley was hung like a stallion. And Neil wanted to see more.
“See?” Ivy fumbled over her words. “Nothing, really. We’re just looking for the caretaker or whoever lit that lamp behind the stained glass.”
Harley said nothing but shot Neil a low, smug look. Neil went to stand behind Harley and gripped his lean hip. “That’s why you’re grabbing for this cove’s giant prick?”
Ivy merely gaped innocently, so to demonstrate, Neil slid his hand lower and gripped the bulging cock in question. He was overwhelmed with how gratified he felt, holding a stiff prick in his hand once again. In the past day, Harley had gone from being his rival to his partner. “Go ahead, Ivy. Grab it. I’m not angry. I can see why you’d want to fondle this giant tool.”
Ivy’s eyes indicated eagerness but some trepidation as well. “I’m…afraid of it,” she whispered.
Both Harley and Neil scoffed, both probably for different reasons. “Why are you afraid?” Neil asked gently.
“It’s bigger than yours.”
While he should have been vastly insulted, Neil certainly had to agree. He squeezed the beefy penis, displaying to Ivy’s round eyes the bulbous cockhead. “You’re only afraid of the unknown,” he advised mildly as his fingers went to the buttons and slipped them apart. “We’ve faced a lot of the unknown in the past couple days, Ivy. Surely you can face an enormous phallus?”
Neil nearly lost his composure when his hand burrowed into Harley’s steamy crotch and his fingers wrapped around the thick root of the cock. He brought it out into the open as Harley leaned back against his chest, growling with pleasure. Ivy came closer, adding her cold little fingers to the jutting pole, but her touch was tentative. She looked up into Harley’s brutally fiery eyes, clearly afraid.
Neil asked, “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”
“Yes. Of course!” she protested.
“Then get on your knees. Take it into your mouth.”
“It’s much too big! It’ll never fit in my mouth.”
Harley said, “Stroke me, Ivy. El Ladid’s hand can explore my cock. It’s the ruin of all women and the cause of many troubles. I am the servant, and you are the mistress ever.”
This made Ivy grin gamely, for she pressed the lap of her gown to Harley’s crotch and encircled the mammoth cock in her little fist. Neil was so fired up to be finally touching the heated trunk of that plump, delicious penis, he didn’t think before he fell to his knees and yanked Harley’s trousers down. With his shapely, muscular ass exposed, Neil quickly gave in to temptation. If he encouraged Ivy to stroke Harley’s cock, it was just as perverted for him to bury his face between those ass cheeks and lap away at the enormous ball sac.
How gratifying it was to once again take a large testicle into his mouth like an egg and tickle away at it with the tip of his tongue! Neil had imagined he’d only tru
cked with other men in New South Wales out of necessity and boredom, but tasting the swollen ball made his own penis so stiff he was soon clutching Harley’s calf between his thighs and humping it like a feral dog. Harley had to steady himself against the railing while Ivy sped up her pumping of his cock. Neil could feel Harley’s groan resonate in the heavy testicle he suckled.
“Oh, dear Harley,” Ivy whispered. “I never saw a more beautiful penis than yours.”
“This is the deed of a vigorous man,” Harley murmured.
What on earth were they talking about? It sounded like more of the Oriental claptrap Harley adored. Neil felt left out of their cozy conversation. He had to prove to Harley he was capable of giving pleasure as well. He slathered his thumb with saliva and slid it up to the second joint, embedded in Harley’s ass. Perhaps this was not something they did in the Orient.
This had the desired reaction. Harley hissed a sharp intake of breath and tensed as Neil fell to gobbling up the deliciously full ball sac. He felt Ivy pumping Harley’s elongated prick with even more enthusiasm as Harley groaned with delight, being plugged up the ass by Neil’s thumb.
Neil felt by the tightening of the ball sac the impending orgasm. He was very nearly on the verge of coming as well as he rubbed the underside of his erection against Harley’s muscular calf. He slathered the delectable balls with his spittle, snarling his arousal against the tight anal ring that clamped down around his thumb.
He felt the jism explode up the length of the prick, Harley’s thighs shuddering with release.
“Oh!” Ivy cried in surprise, probably at the sight of the great semen load deposited into her lap or against the bodice of her gown. Neil could only wish he could be there to see it, but he was satisfied with the clenching of the anal sphincter around his finger, the quivering of the potent ball sac, and the low animal groans that resonated against his mouth.
Neil slowed his licking as the orgasm ebbed and flowed. He knew only too well how sensitive a man could become immediately after such an ecstatic explosion, so he slowly removed his thumb, taking one last tasty bite from the taut globe of Harley’s ass. Gooseflesh spread over his ass as Neil stood upright, slapping the delicious mound, gratified to feel it jiggling under his palm.
“Oh,” Ivy gasped, gazing at her jism-covered hand. “You’re right, Harley. It really is the ruin of all women.” She cast Harley a coy look. “I am proud to be covered in your seed. But I think it’s unfair that Neil had a hand in helping.”
“It was fair as ever!” Neil protested. He was taken by surprise when Harley twisted his torso to face him and grabbed his jaw in his hand.
Harley’s look was sultry for a man with his prick dangling at half-mast between his thighs. “You underestimate your own talent, El Dekhal.” And he kissed him boldly, his open mouth plastered over Neil’s.
Harley suckled on Neil’s tongue as Neil had just suckled on his balls, sipping so tantalizingly that Neil’s erect penis desired to rub against Harley’s bare haunch. Neil sunk his fingers in the bush of steamy hair at the root of Harley’s rubbery cock. He knew there was some mission they were supposed to be performing here in the Elks Club, but it had slipped his mind at the moment.
Harley drew back and murmured against Neil’s mouth. “We cannot allow the Delicious One to remain unsatisfied.”
Neil thought that Harley referred to him, in his flowery way, but it soon became apparent Harley called Ivy the Delicious One. He sat the woman down in one of the red-cushioned balcony chairs and said, “Now raise your skirts for us, El Ladid. Show us your reputation for giving pleasure comparable only to the joy felt by birds of prey when they fight over food. If you have such effects on animals, what must they be for man?”
Ivy wasted no time in raising her skirts up her luscious thighs, revealing her garters and lacy drawers. Harley gripped Neil by the shoulder and urged, “You have a talented mouth, El Dekhal. Demonstrate to this Delicious One there are more ways than one to bring a woman to orgasm.”
Neil was petrified with panic. He had never licked a woman’s pussy before. What sort of experience did Harley imagine he had? He was in no way the world traveler Harley was, had not delved into exotic Eastern cultures, and was not poetic in the slightest. But the gauntlet had been thrown down, and Ivy was parting her thighs in anticipation. They glowed creamy and ghostly in the dim lamplight coming from behind the stained glass depicting an angel handing some mortal a tablet.
But Neil had certainly pretended enough in his life, so he got down on his knees and nibbled at her inner thighs. She gasped loudly and raised her slippered toes from the carpet, so he was encouraged to lick a snail’s pattern up her thigh, giving her the tiny nibbling bites he’d applied to Harley’s balls. Instantly she gave rise to a pattern of tiny mewling “Oh!” sounds, panting shallowly as she gripped his shoulders.
Neil parted the slit in her drawers and nuzzled against her moist labia, inhaling deeply of the tantalizing, fishy female scent. She did not smell like pine down here, but Neil’s male instinct was aroused. Experimentally he stuck his tongue out, and when he touched the tip of her extended clitoris she jumped so suddenly that her toes were planted on his shoulders.
She remained wide open and vulnerable to him, so Neil dove in with gusto, lapping away at the extended prepuce. Harley’s heated torso covered him as he muttered encouragements in his ear. “Good, good. See? The vagina is the highest fortune of the world. It’s part of the delights of paradise awaiting us, a foretaste of delights a thousand times superior. Lick her delicious pussy, Neil. Show her that you value her pleasure, too.”
Great balls of fire, Neil was determined to prove it. But he was distracted when Harley gripped his erect penis in his broad, strong hand and squeezed. Was this another part of the challenge—to discover whether Neil could concentrate on the slippery pussy while he massaged his cock? Neil rose to the challenge, so to speak, furiously lapping at the pert extension of Ivy’s clitoris as she bucked her hips toward him.
What would it take to bring her off? Neil hadn’t even known of the existence of female orgasms until yesterday. He went on the assumption that it would be similar, if not identical, to the orgasms of men. He licked away as he built to a grand crescendo that he hoped would arrive before he shot inside his pants, pants that now felt entirely too tight.
Harley squeezed and rubbed Neil’s heavy erection while pressing his own flaccid one to his ass, all the while muttering encouragements. “That’s good. Sip away at her tasty juices. Kiss her vulva with love. She has a most praiseworthy pussy. You will find her flaming hot as any furnace!”
“Damnation!” Ivy cried. “Good God, Neil, don’t stop!”
Neil didn’t stop, not even when Harley unleashed his prick into the air and wrapped his fist around it. Neil barely let up one stroke when Harley pumped his fist the length of his prick, from stem to stern, inflaming his cock to an unbearable height of arousal. Meanwhile Harley continued to recite his poetry. Apparently he had the ability to concentrate intently on several things at once.
“‘In turning up her robe, the woman shows her vulva developed full and round. Like a cup turned upside down, springy, firm, and full.’”
Harley now humped Neil’s ass with his massive tool that was filling with seed again. Neil could barely breathe in the heated cavern of Ivy’s slimy pussy, his face surrounded with her pungent aroma. When a gusher of juice poured over his tongue, he took this as a sign she was about to spend, and he sped up his tongue stroking.
Neil only paused and gasped when he felt something hotter and more pliant than any dildo nudging against his tight anal ring. Goddamn Harley. You can’t keep a good dog down. Neil panted against Ivy’s steamy pussy while waiting for the expected push that would bring a rush of pain and pleasure mingled.
“Oh God, Neil! Don’t stop, damn you!”
Was she coming? There was no way to tell. Other than that she held her breath suddenly and her legs went absolutely stiff, as though she hoped to vault herself
off his shoulders and up against the ceiling.
Neil lapped away at Ivy’s drenched pussy, but slower now, giving Harley a chance to sway and jiggle his potent erection deeper up Neil’s ass. The sensation of Harley’s seasoned, expert fist frigging him reached such a fevered ecstasy that Neil exploded as well. His hips quaked and jerked as Harley’s hand drained his prick of all seed, and Neil was about to drown in Ivy’s juices.
Luckily she pushed him away then, gasping for air. Neil emerged from the tropics of her skirts, panting heavily, her juices dripping off his chin. Neil reveled in the feeling of Harley’s prick jerking deep inside him. He wiggled his hips like a woman to urge more jism from Harley’s spending cock, flexing his ass muscles to massage the giant tool deep within him.
Then Harley brained him upside the head.
Chapter Fifteen
“What?” Neil sputtered. He twisted his torso to view Harley. “What was that all about, you spoony cove?”
Harley frowned. “What was what?” He grinned salaciously. He really enjoyed the cowboy’s protestations. It would just be too easy and simple if Neil admitted his urges. Harley liked sparring with a feisty stallion like Neil. “You don’t enjoy ejaculating in my hand?”
Standing, Neil looked about for the item that had apparently pasted him.
“Is it this?” Ivy asked, withdrawing a square object from the draperies of her lap.
Neil snatched it up. “A clock.”
Harley chuckled. “Apparently someone didn’t like what you were doing and wanted you to stop.”
“Yes.” Ivy giggled. “Your belle, Minerva Shortridge. I wonder what the clock means?”
“It’s ticking,” Neil observed. “And it’s set to five minutes to sev—oh, shit!”
Neil asked Harley, “What time is it now, really?”
Harley carried a pocket watch in his waistcoat, which he now withdrew. “Five minutes to seven.” Harley stood, straightening out his attire. “We need to stop this fire from happening.” The lamp behind the stained glass window was the most likely place for a fire to start.
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