Wallflowers Don't Wilt

by Raven McAllen

  He smiled, wiped himself, and after tucking his cock neatly into his breeches, spoke. “Ladies, it will be our pleasure. I foresee our celebrations will be truly glorious. I will take great satisfaction in bringing an appropriate housewarming gift. Now, my lovers, do you wish me to enable you to sleep well, or are you ready to go home and sleep the sleep of the innocent?”

  “Maybe not innocent, Ivo, but the best sleep we can achieve at present. To be serviced by you would, I feel, only increase our agitation.”

  “Oh, my dear, only fear? I can give you my promise that when we fuck, it will be neither casual nor innocent, and your agitation will be greatly increased before you are sated.” Well, that quieted them.

  “So”—he spoke casually as if he had not moments before roared out in ecstasy in front of them—”perhaps I should arrange for you to be escorted to your homes? Tomorrow will be a very busy and fulfilling day for you both. In more ways than one. I feel each of you will need all your strength.”

  They blushed, then giggled. As he regarded each in turn he watched the rosy hue coloring satin-soft skins. Idly he wondered how far their blushes went, and knew he was looking forward to finding out.

  “Thank you. We are staying with my Aunt Prosser, three houses down from here.” Bella’s eyes twinkled. “So convenient that both our mamas were unable to chaperone us last night. Aunt Prosser stepped into the breach.” Her tone conveyed pleasure.

  Ivo laughed. “Well, my dear, as you say, tonight was the last time you had to endure, should you so choose, what many others see as the highlight of their week.”

  “Mm, that’s as may be, but many young ladies feel as we do. Oh, not the Sapphic bit,” she added in a hasty manner as Serena dipped her head, presumably in agreement. “Merely, the disinterest in balls and such. Those who do not catch the eye of an eligible are forced to sit, as a wilting wallflower, watching others, whose beauty, or attitude, or wealth fit what is deemed to be acceptable.”

  He nodded, knowing that was an unfortunate truth.

  “However, we refused to wilt. Wallflowers we may have been, but we blossomed and bloomed,” Serena added. “Presumably because we wanted no man to decide we were suitable for him. And no man did.” There was a wealth of satisfaction in her voice.

  “Until now,” he reminded them gently. “Of which we will converse tomorrow, or should I say, later.” He checked the mantle clock. “Now, I will escort you and your maids to Lady Prosser’s establishment.”

  “First, Ivo, we must ask something.” Bella was pale but resolute. He waited. “Your ménage. What exactly does it mean? Oh, not a literal translation, but what you expect from such a liaison, especially with Serry and myself. For you know we have—er, had—no interest in a man or what occurs during…” She looked at Serena helplessly.

  “Whatever it is that occurs,” Serena finished. “Until now. And now, only due to your attentiveness toward us. Also, if I may be so bold as to speak freely, in addition to what your, um, cock seems to be able to achieve.”

  “Your second assertion is the correct one.” He saw by the look on both faces they did not understand his remark. “You had no interest, now you have. I have instilled that interest in you. Later I will instill more than mere interest in both of you—my cock. I will introduce you to all manner of delights that we three will enjoy together. Between us we have six hands, three mouths, four delightful breasts and nipples, one chest and nipples, two cunts, one cock, and three arses. So much for us to explore.”

  “Together? Always?” He could see the sensual awareness in both sets of eyes—one blue, one brown.

  “Not always. You two will need time to love together. There will be times when I choose to be with one of you alone. Sometimes, perchance we may be two and our third an interested voyeur. Our ménage will be one to the advantage of each of us. I guarantee should you decide for this, we all gain. However we are together, be it as two or three, however we conduct our love, if we three are in the same establishment, we always finish up in the same bed. Together. Never will one of us feel neglected, shunned, or foresworn.” He waited. They both nodded.

  “If we agree to this.” Arabella spoke firmly.

  “But of course.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise at the suggestion that he could think aught else. “Although you will, ere you would not have visited.”

  “What if we hate it, Ivo?” Serena wondered. “Or one of us does and the other does not. What then?” The look on her face showed worry. Ah, he wanted neither of his lovers to feel so disposed. He rushed to reassure them both. “If you truly, after we have given our arrangement full reign and trial, dislike it, we finish it with no consequences. Likewise if one is happy and not the other, we end it. A ménage à trois or nothing. One final thing for you to ponder until we meet later: I will be faithful unto both of you. Faithful, open, and honest. I will not take one without the other knowing. I accept you will be together more than we will contrive as three and would not expect you to abstain. I bow to you as two loving Sapphics. I only ask perhaps you grant me details of activities when I am absent? I will fuck no other apart from you two for as long as this arrangement may continue. Also I will not go away without informing you. Now think on what we have discussed.”

  He held out his hands, one to each. As they took hold, he nodded so they held each other’s hand also. Linking pinkies, they formed a circle. He then brought their hands to his mouth and kissed them, a vow in his movement.

  “You two also,” he commanded, watching as slowly they returned the salute.

  ***

  “I wonder what we may be walking into,” Bella pondered aloud as they sat together under the coverlet of her canopied bed drinking hot chocolate and holding hands, even though Serena’s bedchamber was next door. After dismissing their maidservants, whom they knew were lucky enough to share a room openly, they adjourned to the same bed whenever possible. To talk, giggle, and love.

  In Lady Prosser’s house, they were allocated adjoining chambers in a corridor otherwise uninhabited. Therefore, they knew as long as they were apart when shutters were opened and their hot water for bathing brought in, they could spend precious hours together. For a myriad of activities. Tonight, to ask questions and try to arrive at satisfactory answers.

  “Sex. In a myriad of unknown ways should we choose to do,” Serena now responded. “And do we choose?”

  Bella laughed. “After all we have feasted our eyes on this evening? I believe so, to see what we are capable of together and as three. But seriously, Serry, how will we handle the situation knowing one of us is receiving Ivo’s ministrations, and the other is not? I know our love for each other is strong, but this is a situation neither one of us have previously had cause to consider.” She shrugged helplessly.

  Serena looked thoughtful. Bella knew, out of the two of them, she was more forward, more impulsive; Serena was calmer, more studied in her thinking.

  “I feel we will have to, Bella. Ivo is not a man to give up easily. He knows we are interested. We owe it to ourselves to see what, if anything, he will bring to our relationship. However, tonight, there is no Ivo, just you and me. So therefore?” She surveyed Bella questioningly.

  “So now,” Bella finished. “We…er…?”

  “Fuck?”

  “Exactly.” Bella giggled. “I found it most amusing when Ivo thought nothing of how we make each other feel.” She was excited and apprehensive regarding the rest of the day, and knew Serena felt the same. At that moment, though, nothing worried her except being held by Serena, mouths fusing, tongues meeting, feeling their hands on each other’s bodies, using fingers to explore, entering and dancing.

  Serena lifted her head. “Undress for me, Bel. Take your night rail off, show yourself to me. Let me feast my eyes one more time before we are able to do so together, in our own home.”

  Arabella nodded, pulling the thin shift over her head. Her breasts stood proud, their dark, dusky tips alert, begging for attention. Serena licked and tweaked each i
n turn. “Oh, so good, my love.”

  “Return the favor, Serry. Disrobe, touch yourself. Let me see.”

  Within moments, they lay naked together. Arabella watched as Serena ran her fingers around her nipples, their aureoles a deep pink, which darkened and puckered as her lover touched them. She sighed, and then as Serena nipped gently on the tips of each in turn, felt that strange but enervating sensation, as though a string attached each nub to her womb and filled her with excitement.

  “I fear I must return the favor.” So saying, she pulled Serena tightly to her and felt their mounds touch. She deliberately pinched Serena’s nipples, their soft, rosy pink such a contrast to her own, which Serena was still touching with such exquisite pleasure-pain.

  Slowly, Bella moved her hand between them until she found where she was seeking. With a groan of anticipation for their forthcoming pleasure, she slipped a finger inside her lover’s pussy and used another to rub her sensitive clit. She felt the wetness there and added another digit inside, followed by a third. Purring with contentment, she felt Serena wriggle in enjoyment.

  “Gad, Bella, I love when I feel your fingers in me. They feel as if they are reaching my soul.”

  Bella kissed her nipples again, lavished them with attention, all the while moving her fingers inside Serena. She could feel Serena expanding and contracting her muscles around her fingers as they danced together inside her welcoming warmth.

  Bella could feel her own excitement, feel how wet she was, how she wanted more. More of everything. She lifted her lips and heard Serena’s moan of disappointment as one of her arousal points was lost to her.

  “Tongue me, Serry, please suck me until my feelings explode. I need to feel your lips on my cunt.”

  Serena smiled, wicked, inviting, and full of sexual promises. She moved slowly down the bed. With a glance at Bella, she turned around so her mouth was in line with Bella’s clit, put out her tongue, and licked. Then she sucked with just enough force that Bella felt her clit swell, and her juices increase.

  From the first, as they had discovered how they could make each other feel, they knew no embarrassment with each other, their explorations of each other’s bodies expanding tenfold. Ivo was much deluded in his assumptions that they were innocent in their lovemaking. In all probability, they would, if they chose, be able to give him a few surprises.

  Bella reciprocated, hands busy roaming over Serena’s butt, little finger teasing the entrance to her anus. She knew that drove Serena wild. This time was no exception.

  “Sigh for me, Serry,” she mumbled, mouth full of Serena’s clit, her tongue darting in and out of her slit. “Show me how excited you are. Let me show you what you do to me.”

  There was silence except for their heavy breaths as they enticed each other to ever-escalating arousal. Bella could feel she was about to “go there,” as they euphemistically called climaxing. She could tell by the way she moved that Serena was on the same knife’s edge. Time to let go, then. She deliberately relaxed into Serena’s touch, then stiffened and felt that overwhelming current grow and grow, beginning to shudder.

  She tore her mouth away from Serena, just long enough to scream softly, “Serry, oh, sweet lord, Serry. I am coming apart,” before renewing her tonguing and sensual nipping of Serena’s clitoris. She felt Serena stiffen and moan, reaching that same glorious high.

  They lay entwined, head to toe, holding each other until their shivers and sighs abated, neither wanting the moment to end. Knowing it must, slowly and reluctantly, Serena began to move away and off the bed.

  “I suppose,” she said languorously as she pulled her night rail over her head and smoothed it down, hands lingering on each breast, her hips, and her thighs as she did so, “that for one final night, I must return to my own lonely bedchamber.” The twinkle in her eyes, reciprocated by the same in the eyes of Arabella, showed how pleased they both were with the finality of that statement.

  Bella laughed as she retrieved her own nightwear.

  “And I must stay in here, but I have the benefit of lying where we lay, your own special scent to warm me, to relive how we are able to come apart so well. Wait!” A thought struck her. “Oh, Serry, I have such an idea, I do declare it is quite brilliant.” She paused.

  “Well?” Serena looked at her impatiently. “Are you going to tell me? I am nigh on ready to scream, with impatience this time. And my feet are cold. I fear I have mislaid my stockings again.” She tried unsuccessfully to tuck her toes into the hem of her thin nightgown and shivered, for the room itself was no longer warm, and the warmth generated by their activities had diminished.

  Bella threw one white stocking toward her.

  “Under my arse,” she explained with severe brevity, seeing the shiver Serena gave. “Well, we have always wanted to scream out as we pleasure each other. From tomorrow we will be able to. Knowing how we make each other come apart, I think we should use that expression as a way of vocalizing our feelings.”

  “It is rather a lot to say in the throes of passion, is it not?” Serena sounded doubtful.

  “No, Serry, for we shorten it. A simple ‘I’m coming,’ or ‘I am going to come’ will be all we need. Did not Ivo use the phrase earlier?”

  “Perfect. Therefore, I want to come, I need to come, and I came. What more can we say? All perfect.”

  Arabella nodded. “Our own personal shorthand, even if Ivo will guess. For he may realize we gained the knowledge of this word from him, but will he believe it of us? For in truth, Serry, he underestimates us greatly. Do you feel he can improve on this?” Her eyes twinkled.

  “I know not, my love. Perchance tomorrow, we will find out.”

  Chapter Three

  Ivo wondered if he would meet the girls at the allotted time, or if his actions of the previous evening had scared them away. He rather thought not; their curiosity had been palpable. His interest was rising as he remembered the looks on their faces as he fisted himself to climax. So was his cock. Luckily seated on his phaeton, he was able to adjust the set of that appendage under his snug biscuit-colored pantaloons without drawing too much attention to himself. Well, no more attention than such a pair of cattle, a top-of-the-line phaeton, and an upper-class, well-dressed gentleman seemingly idling away his time in Lincoln’s Inn normally attracted.

  He remembered another time far away when his cock, in the same need of attention as now, had been relieved of its tenseness as he was driven along a stony track. Now, he wondered if a cobbled street would be a good substitute. The idea appealed to him greatly. Not here in the city. It would be nigh on impossible not to be discovered and ruined. He wondered idly how long it would take to build a cobbled track, preferably circular, at one of his country houses. He must get his factor to look into it immediately.

  Once again he glanced at the timepiece attached to his waistcoat, the third glance in as many minutes. Never had he known himself to be so impatient. Ten minutes past the hour. Surely they should have finished their business by now?

  Having dispensed with his tiger, should they not appear imminently, he would soon be obliged to get down and walk his horses again. In his uncomfortably aroused state, that would be no easy feat. Any other time, in such a condition, he would retire to somewhere private and take matters in hand. Sometimes he cursed the lessons he had learned on his travels. They may make him a lover no person ever forgot or felt shortchanged by, but they had also shown him how to become aroused easily by thought alone, as well as showing him where his true interests lay.

  Before things became too dire, the excited chatter of two female voices alerted him to their nearing presence. He sprang down to stand by the side of the vehicle.

  “Oh, Ivo, we have kept you waiting, I hope you are not sorely vexed, for truly there was much more to discuss than we had foreseen.” Serena’s tone was contrite, as opposed to the twinkle in her eyes, which decidedly was not. “My, what beautiful cattle. And your much-vaunted phaeton as well. We are honored.” She held her gloved hand to h
im. He bowed slightly and kissed the back of it before handing her up onto the seat.

  Arabella, more aware, looked pointedly at his erection. “Oh, my,” she parroted. “You are pleased to see us, Ivo. No helping hand around at present?”

  His eyes narrowed, promising, it seemed, retribution.

  “Alas, my dear, you had not arrived,” he drawled, smiling at her discomposure. He felt sure it would not last long. He was right. Even as he continued, “Although, it seems discomfiture sharpens the mind beautifully,” her eyes twinkled.

  “And that, Your Grace, would have made a difference?”

  “But of course, my dear Bella, one way or another. Remind me to give you a demonstration at a more appropriate moment. Now, if I may hand you up? In the absence of another, I must attend to you both, a trait I hope to fulfill regularly in the future.” He emphasized the second half of his statement. “Also I do so admire those trim ankles you both have. Are you seated comfortably?” They nodded. “Then I will endeavor to seat myself in between the two of you.” He was as good as his word and was soon maneuvering the vehicle through the busy streets toward the park.

  “Ivo?” Arabella spoke. “Must we go to the park? Could we not prevail on you to drive to our home? We are so excited at the thought of our house, our home, not our papas’ homes, with their rules and regulations, but ours. And then,” she added audaciously, “you can tell us if you find it suits your…needs.”

  “Minx.” His cock jumped at the insinuation as he turned the phaeton away from the park, expertly dodging pie sellers, street sweepers, urchins, carriages, and the myriad of other persons going about their daily business. All seemed intent on causing the greatest degree of annoyance possible. Once away from the park and toward the area of London they all lived in, the carriageway became quieter, almost sedate. If carriages, phaetons, and hackneys all intent on claiming the road as their own could be called sedate.