Teaching Bettina (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Louisa Neil

  Stewart smiled at her. “You give back to us every day with your smile and conversations.”

  “I would feel better if you took what you paid for.” She squared her shoulders and watched them. “I mean, you bought me for my virginity and further services yet you haven’t taken you due yet.”

  “Are you anxious to get it over with?” Gaston asked.

  “Anxious, a bit, and nervous that I’ll disappoint you with no knowledge of how to pleasure you.”

  “You’ll be fine, Bettina. With time, you’ll learn to please us,” Gaston reassured.

  “But aren’t you…” She stalled, looking for the right term.

  “What?” Stewart asked, staring at her. “Aren’t we what?”

  “Needy?” He watched her face turn a bright-red color.

  “Gaston, are you needy?”

  “A bit, but I can wait till the New Year for Bettina’s birthday.”

  “That’s still days away.” She sighed and turned her back to them.

  “Aren’t you still experiencing your flow?”

  “No, it’s over. I was thinking, I mean I thought, I’ve seen the other women do other things to their men during that time.”

  “Such as?” Stewart watched Gaston as he tried to hold back a laugh.

  “Well, sometimes they use their hands on the men.”

  “Is that all you’ve seen while at Phoebe’s?” Gaston walked to the table and poured wine into his glass.

  “I’ve seen other things, but I’m not sure how it actually works or if I could do what they did.”

  “What did they do?” Stewart sat back in his seat and studied her.

  “The used their lips on the men, too.” She quickly turned her back to them.

  “Is that something you find offensive or something you’d like to try?”

  “I don’t know. That’s the point, I don’t know enough.”

  “Bettina, we knew when we brought you here, you weren’t experienced. For Gaston and me, it will be our pleasure to teach you what we like, and while that happens, you’ll teach us what you like.”

  “I feel as if I’ve disappointed you. You’ve both been so kind. I’ve a new home in a new place and all these beautiful gowns. I have no way to repay you.”

  “We’ll think of something,” Gaston told her. “For now, let’s just enjoy our day off.” She nodded her acceptance. Gaston glanced to Stewart and smiled. So their gal was horny and didn’t quite understand it. Soon, they’d teach her what she was lacking and when they did, she’d never be the same again.

  While they relaxed in the parlor, Gaston played the piano. They discussed the novel she’d borrowed from the ship, Robinson Caruso, at length. They sipped a new wine and she learned the name and where the grapes were grown. They played a game asking her to tell them what flavors she tasted. This was the best day of her life, she decided. But as bedtime neared, she seemed a bit antsy. Finally, he asked her what was wrong.

  “Nothing is wrong, it’s just all different. I assumed I was supposed to be servicing you like the ladies at Phoebe’s did, but you don’t seem to want that. I feel guilty living in this beautiful home, wearing these new gowns, and giving nothing back in return.”

  “We had this conversation earlier in the day. You give us companionship and laughter,” Gaston told her.

  “We do have a surprise for you,” Stewart said. “New Year’s Eve will be our wedding day of sorts.”

  “I thought you didn’t want to marry me?”

  “This will be a private wedding, just between the three of us behind closed doors. It will bring us closer.”

  “But it won’t be a real wedding?”

  “No. Next year we’ll have a legal wedding. For now, we wanted to celebrate your twenty-second birthday in a special way. And in the New Year, we’ll start introducing you to friends and business associates as my fiancée and Gaston’s niece.”

  “That’s a lovely idea,” she exclaimed. Stewart understood she realized she would be considered his fiancée. Her smile reinforced it was the correct step for all three of them. He sent her to bed shortly after. When she was tucked away for the night, he and Gaston stayed in the parlor and shared another glass of wine.

  “It’s getting harder for me not to touch her,” Gaston said to Stewart.

  “Hard for you. I’m in the house most of the day and know she’s just a staircase away.”

  “It will get easier once we start using her.”

  “I know, but it’s going to be the longest days of my life.” He laughed at his own joke.

  “We could help each other with that,” Gaston said, staring at him.

  “It was your idea to abstain until we initiated her. Have you changed your mind?”

  “No, not about her. But you and I haven’t had time together since we got back.”

  Stewart turned to Gaston and stared at him. “That was because we didn’t want her to hear our activities.”

  “We could go someplace else. The servants should be down for the night.” He stood and reached his hand toward Gaston. “What about the attic?”

  Gaston stood, finished the wine in his glass, and put it aside. Then he grabbed the wine bottle and took it with him. “Neighbors might see light in the attic. We could use our private basement.” He glanced to Stewart and watched him shake his head no. “The root cellar, then?”

  “No marks, remember?”

  “Dark and brooding, I like it.” They walked beside each other through the house and kitchen to the doorway to the root cellar. Stewart grabbed and lit only one candle to light their way down. Gaston turned and closed the door behind them, following him down the stairs.

  “Strip,” Stewart told Gaston as he steadied the candle on a shelf. He took no time to pull off his own clothing. With a few steps they were beside each other, their hands roaming each other’s skin. “You’re so hard, let me touch you.” He grasped Gaston’s cock and began to pump it.

  “I want to touch you, too,” he replied, and grabbed Stewart’s hips, drawing him to the earthen floor. It was cold under them, but once they had their lips wrapped around each other’s cocks, it didn’t matter.

  Stewart sighed as he swallowed Gaston’s length. “It’s been a long time.”

  “I know, too long. I want to suck you, but I want to fuck your ass, too.”

  “That sounds good. Do I get to fuck you, too?”

  “Fair play,” he answered. Stewart let his lips drop from Gaston’s cock repeatedly. He stood and turned his back to him, reaching to the wall to steady himself. He sighed when Gaston pushed his cock inside him. “You just surged inside me.”

  “It’s been a long time, and your ass is so tight.”

  “Fuck me quick and come in me, and then I’ll fuck you until I come. With a little luck, we’ll both have cum dripping from our holes.”

  “Shut up, would you please?” Gaston’s fingers bit into his hips as he took control of the action, his motions fast and slow.

  Stewart knew if he touched his cock he’d come, and he wanted to feel Gaston’s anus open to his length. It was only a short time later that Gaston grunted and let his load free inside Stewart. He quickly changed positions, pushing the other man to his knees and dropping behind him. He entered Gaston’s ass in one push and had to pause to gather his composure. He took deep breaths and reached around, pinching the other man’s nipples.

  “That’s got my cock stirring.”

  “Then you pinch them while I fuck you.” From that point forward, they communicated in groans and shifts of position. Stewart fucked Gaston with full fury, knowing the other man was enjoying the push from his grunts. He was still pinching his nipples. “If your cock is hard when I come, you can fuck me again.”

  Gaston’s body absorbed Stewart’s thrusts, and he pushed back for more. By the time they were exhausted, Gaston had fucked Stewart’s ass twice. In between, the men took turns sucking on the other’s nipples while fondling their erections.

  “I needed that,”
Stewart told Gaston as he lay beside him catching his breath.

  “So did I. Hopefully it should hold us until Bettina’s birthday. At twenty-two, she’ll be ripe for our taking.” He let his hand glide along Stewart’s chest. “I still can’t believe she managed to stay a virgin until now.”

  “Me either, but from our conversations I believe she’s naive or a great actress. I don’t really care anymore. I can’t wait to get my hands on her breasts, to start sucking her.”

  “They’re amazing,” Gaston told him. “Perfect red, puckered raspberry nipples.”

  “I envy you that night, getting to spank her ass.”

  “I didn’t take advantage that night. I wanted her to learn punishment didn’t always have to be harsh. While I wanted to really spank her, I just tapped her for Phoebe’s benefit. But she’ll take to our hands, I guarantee it.”

  “Does she have a choice?” Stewart said and laughed. “We do own her.”

  “I know, but it will be better if she thinks she’s being bold and pleasing by accepting our punishments.”

  “Speaking of punishments,” Stewart said, looking around the root cellar for something to use as an implement of punishment. “I’d fuck you with the wine bottle, but you’d like that,” he teased.

  “We’d better get off this cold floor or we’ll both catch cold and be useless next week.”

  “I agree with you there.” They quickly dressed and helped the other put his clothing to rights. “There, you’re all back in place, nice and proper.”

  “You, too,” Gaston said with a laugh, “although I wouldn’t categorize either of us as proper.” He blew out the candle, and they quietly made their way through the house and to their rooms. Both hesitated before going to their own and with a quick glance to the other, moved toward Bettina’s room.

  Quietly as possible they opened her door and peered in. She looked lost under the layers of blankets, her face relaxed in sleep. Closing the door, the men smiled at each other.

  “Wait until you see her tits,” Gaston said.

  “Soon. Let’s get some sleep. We’ll take time next week and do her properly.”

  “See you in the morning,” Gaston said as he entered his room.

  Stewart went to his room and stripped off all his clothing. He stood in his bathing room and without a second thought, pulled a large, ivory dildo from a dresser drawer. He used the piece of furniture to balance his weight and pushed the phallus in his butt. He was slick from Gaston coming inside him. He pushed and pulled it with one hand while stroking his cock with the other. When he was ready to come, he turned and shot his load in the water-filled chamber pot.

  Even though he was reluctant, he let the phallus drop from his body and washed it before putting it back in the dresser. He dropped onto his bed, tired yet sleepless. All he could picture was Bettina baring her breasts to his lips. And with a bit of luck, he’d have her doing it several times a day until she began to give milk. It was his fondest wish that at some point, before children, he and Gaston would both nurse from her. After all, that had been what they were both looking for when they found her. She was the perfect candidate to become their dream woman.

  * * * *

  Bettina stood before the mirror as the dressmaker made last-minute adjustments to her new gown. When it was finished, she did the same with the other two. By the time the woman left, she was exhausted from standing still in one place. Yet as she stood and looked at her body it was easy to reach up and cup her breasts. She took off the new underclothing so she wouldn’t spoil them. Then she grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples. The movement sent a ripple of excitement through her body to her lower parts.

  She glanced around the room, made sure the curtains were drawn tight, and tiptoed to the door, quietly turning the lock. When she felt secure, she walked back to the mirror and dropped her hand to her pussy. Her fingers filtered through the soft brown curls that accumulated there. With a deep breath, she slid her finger between her lips and pulled it away quickly. But the moment had come and she couldn’t go back. Just that simple touch had set something off deep inside her. Suddenly she was embarrassed and heated. But she made the same movement again and again.

  Her body shuddered with a new feeling, a heated relief that embarrassed and sated her at the same time. Glancing around the room as if someone might have seen her, she hurried to wash and pulled on her shift. Only now she was more curious than before. She tried to read and couldn’t concentrate. She tried to nap and couldn’t fall asleep. Finally, she got up and began pacing the room.

  Back at Phoebe’s she’d spied on the women at times and always thought they were just doing the men for the money. Only now, she was beginning to understand how sometimes it might have been pleasurable for them, too. She was anxious to feel the new sensations when her pussy was penetrated, but hesitated. What if she tried it and Gaston and Stewart found out? If they found out she wasn’t a virgin, even if it was by her own hand, they might send her away. In a moment of clarity she reinforced if that ever happened, she’d have a way to earn a living. Not that she wanted that ending, but having a plan in case the worst happened made her calmer. She refused to touch herself again, yet it was all she could think of now.

  She remembered the men on the boat telling her about women who gave milk even if they hadn’t had a baby. She wondered if she’d ever have the fortune to get to that point. She knew she’d draw milk by having a baby, but she didn’t want a child when she was this young. But if she ever did, she decided she’d continue to keep her milk as a bonus for herself and the men. Or other men who would pay for that strange privilege if her situation changed.

  The next days went by in a blur of boredom. She should be thankful for the rest and relaxation that Gaston and Stewart told her to enjoy. In reality, she felt terrible each time one of the servants came in to fill her new self-cleaning chamber pot or to fill her private tub with hot water for her to bathe in.

  Never when she’d been at Phoebe’s did she think a life of luxury could be so daunting. It wasn’t her place to oversee the running of the home, and she knew Stewart was working hard on his wine distributing business. Gaston spent his days overseeing repairs to his ship. She knew through their conversations he’d use the next weeks to get the ship ready for his next voyage. He was heading back to France and would be gone for months. Bettina understood this was how the men made their money, how they provided her this lavish lifestyle, but she knew she’d miss him.

  Each day she looked forward to the unknown. Each day she read and rested, becoming restless beyond her dreams. A life of luxury was nice, but not unless she had a reason to get up and dressed. Oh, she hoped one day soon she’d find her reason.

  Chapter Eight

  Gaston and Stewart sat in the office sharing a bottle of wine. It was late and they were debating how much longer they could go on leaving Bettina untouched.

  “She’s restless,” Stewart said, his observation one of the obvious.

  “We both promised not to take her until the New Year.”

  “It’s only a few days away. Maybe we should get her used to us touching her.”

  Gaston laughed openly. “Just touching her?”

  “She seems ready for us and has accepted us as her future.” Stewart lifted the bottle they were sampling and studied the label. “This is new, one she hasn’t tasted.”

  “So you’re suggesting we call her down to teach her about the new wine?”

  Gaston sat forward debating Stewart’s suggestion. “I suppose we could bring her a glass to sample.”

  Stewart stood and smiled to his friend. “We’ll know if she’s not interested.” He walked to the sideboard and grabbed three glasses. “Let’s go teach Bettina about this new wine.”

  They walked up the stairs side by side after making sure the doors and windows were locked. “It’s silly, of course, but I’m a bit nervous.” Gaston reached his hand to knock on her door and nodded to Stewart. “Her light is still on.” He knocked befo
re he could change his mind.

  “Come in,” she called.

  Gaston opened the door and let Stewart go ahead of him. “Are we interrupting?”

  “No, not at all. I was trying to read but…” She tossed the heavy volume aside. “Your visiting me is much nicer.”

  Gaston noted she sat up without bringing the blankets to cover herself. The white linen gown she wore was tied at the neck and under her breasts. There was a patch of bare skin visible between the first and second ties and below the second where it met the shift skirt seam closure. He was instantly hard. Stewart cleared his throat and handed the glasses around. After filling each, he put the bottle on her side table and walked to the door, locking it.

  “Tell me about this wine?” she said. Gaston realized she was trying to make their mission easier. “Do come and teach me.” She was tentative, but her eyes seemed to twinkle in delight and a bit of mischievousness.

  Gaston looked to Stewart and they each walked to the opposite side of her bed. They sat beside her on top of the covers as he began to tell her about the wine. He knew Stewart was staring at her breasts and had to be asked a question twice before rousing from his stare. He was astounded when Bettina broke the deadlock.

  “I know it’s not the New Year yet, but my birthday is only a few days away. Must we wait?”

  “Are you anxious or nervous?” Stewart asked her.

  “Both. I feel strange, like I’m missing something I desperately need that I never knew I wanted.”

  “What’s made you feel like this?”

  “Waiting.” Her face turned red and she glanced down. “It’s just that I know what we’re supposed to do, but all this waiting is frustrating. Since I’ve been here I’ve been thinking about what I saw at Phoebe’s and now…”

  “And now?” Gaston prompted.

  “And now I can’t wait to feel your touch. My body is reacting to the unknown, and I so want to know.”

  “What would you like to know first?” Stewart said, putting his glass aside.