Teaching Bettina (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Louisa Neil

  “You mentioned sucking on my breasts would bring us all pleasure.” Her neck and face turned dark pink at her words, as if the admission had embarrassed her.

  Gaston was about to tell her they had to wait, but she handed Stewart her glass and, after pulling a deep breath, reached up and pulled the strings at the top of her gown, letting it fall open, exposing her chest. When she pulled the second tie he almost came in his pants. She pulled the gown off her shoulders and sat back. Waiting, he realized for them to make the next move. He had to give her credit for being aggressive.

  Stewart put her glass aside, reached over, and gently grasped her breast, letting his fingers roll her nipple. She groaned and closed her eyes. Gaston reached to her other side and mimicked Stewart’s motions. Bettina glanced to him and smiled.

  “That night at Phoebe’s when she made me bare my chest to you was the most embarrassing and exciting thing that ever happened to me. I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to touch me.”

  “And did you want me to spank you?”

  “I wasn’t prepared for that, but you didn’t hurt me as you promised. And I know if you’d let Phoebe punish me, it would have been much worse.”

  “What have you been thinking about since?”

  “All the things I saw at Phoebe’s. All the different things the women and men did together and to each other.” She sighed a second time. “Won’t you press harder?” she asked. “Your touches are so light, like feathers.”

  Gaston used a bit more pressure. “Is that better?”

  “Yes in a strange way. Please, Stewart, press harder, too.”

  Stewart glanced to Gaston and they both nodded. Without conversation they both leaned in and licked at her breasts. “Yes, oh yes. That’s what I wanted to feel.”

  “What about this?” Stewart asked.

  Gaston leaned back and watched Stewart suck her nipple between his lips. He watched her face and saw a strange relief wash over her. I bought and paid for her. She’s mine for the taking. He dropped his mouth to her other breast and began to suck her nipple. She settled back on the pillows and reached an arm around each man, holding their necks and letting her fingers sift through their hair. She was so sweet, so inexperienced, and yet so willing, he was thrilled. His cock throbbed and he glanced to Stewart, who was using his free hand to stroke his cock through his pants. Instead of rubbing his own cock, he let his hand drop onto her belly and started making small circular motions. As they continued to suck her nipples, he let his hand move lower. Instinct had her shifting her hips to reach his touch.

  “That’s lovely. I know I’m not supposed to be willing or tell you I enjoy it, but it feels like nothing I’ve ever known.”

  “Describe what it feels like,” Stewart told her, latching back onto her nipple.

  “It feels warm. When you suck my nipples it sends a strange warmth through my body. It makes me want more from you.”

  “More how?” Gaston asked. He pulled his hand away and reached for his wine, knowing if he didn’t stop, he’d embarrass himself and come in his pants. He lifted the glass to her lips and let her take a sip.

  “More however you want. I know there’s more.”

  Gaston glanced to Stewart, and he nodded his acceptance. They each sucked on a nipple while letting their hands roam her chest and belly. She moved with them, offering herself by pushing harder into their touch. When she was all but writhing under them, he let his hand drop to cover her clit. With light pressure, he began to make small circles again, feeling how she responded to him and lifting up to his fingers.

  “Oh, Gaston, I know there’s more. Please don’t make me wait. You have me in a state and I don’t know what to do about it.”

  “Stewart?”

  “It’s your decision, Gaston. Bettina, are you sure?”

  “I’m sure I don’t know what to do to make this ache stop.”

  “I do,” Gaston told her. He kept his hand circling her clit and kissed her lips. With time and patience, he and Stewart took turns kissing her, teaching her the fine art of lips touching lips. It was Gaston who used his tongue to swipe against hers and felt her open to him. He let the tip of his tongue tangle with hers until she reached behind his head and pulled him closer, using her tongue against him. Stewart continued to suck her nipples and fondle her breasts with his hands.

  It was Bettina who grasped Gaston’s wrist and pushed it harder against her body, pushing his fingers to rub her clit. When he did, she sighed and shook under him. “Oh my,” she whispered. “Oh my.”

  “Is that better?” Stewart asked.

  “Yes, no. In a way. It was relief, but now I want more.” She turned and looked at each man. “You told me if you sucked my nipples hard enough I’d be able to give you milk. Is that what it will feel like?”

  “Yes, but we’d need to use more pressure and do this often, several times a day for many months or years before that might happen.”

  “Do it, please. Suck harder. Don’t think about it. If you were at Phoebe’s you wouldn’t think of me as a china doll. You’d use me as you wanted. Use me, both of you.”

  The men dropped back to her breasts, each sucking harder on her nipples as their hands roamed her body. In a strange minute, she pulled from them both, and Gaston thought they’d hurt her. But when he looked at her, he saw she was tugging the neckline of her gown farther off her shoulders. When she settled, she dropped her arms at her sides. When they resumed their suckling, her hands sought out their cocks.

  Her touch was an exquisite torture, so light and unsure, yet she continued.

  “That feels wonderful, Bettina.” Stewart shifted on his side to give her better access to his cock.

  “Gaston, is this right?” She squeezed her fingers over him and he bit her nipple just a bit. What astounded him was her smile of satisfaction. In that instant, he understood Bettina became aware of her power of both of them.

  “Yes, Tina, that’s right.” He moved his hips just a bit to give her a better grip over him.

  “If you keep doing that, I’ll spill my seed.” Stewart had drawn back, looking from her to him.

  “Aren’t you supposed to spill it? Isn’t that the point?”

  Stewart laughed. “Yes, but we wanted to pleasure you.”

  “Gaston, if I ask a question and it’s wrong or rude, would you punish me?”

  “No. Ask your question.”

  “Would it be wrong for you both to spill your seed on me? You said you didn’t want to take my virgin hood until New Year’s. Couldn’t I just touch you both while you suck my nipples and rub me?”

  “Are you that anxious to get this over with?” Stewart sat back and watched her.

  “Oh no, I don’t see it as getting it over with now. I thought I might learn more about you, about what you both like. Then when the time comes I’ll be ready.”

  If she hadn’t glanced away and her cheeks and chest become red with embarrassment, Gaston might have thought her the most tutored courtesan, but he knew different. “I suppose we could let you see and touch us, but we won’t come inside you tonight.”

  “Whatever you think is right.” She sat back, resting on a pile of pillows with her chest exposed and her fingers flexing over their cocks.

  “Gaston, what’s the harm?” Stewart flashed his sexy smile, one Gaston knew all too well. It said we probably shouldn’t but…He’d never been disappointed with the outcome.

  “None that I can think of,” he admitted. Both men slipped from the bed and quickly stripped of their clothing. As they lay back beside her, she immediately gasped at their cocks, using her fingers to define their shape and size. When her fingers manipulated their foreskins she froze. “It’s all right, Tina. That’s supposed to happen.”

  “I was afraid I broke you,” she said and laughed. “Would you both go back to sucking my nipples? It makes me warm inside.”

  Gaston smiled at her and then at Stewart as they settled back, lying beside her, each latched to a tit as she handled them
. He didn’t know how long they suckled her or how long it was before he knew he couldn’t hold back. “Tina, if we keep doing this, you’ll make us finish.”

  “And you don’t want to finish?”

  “Usually when a man finishes, it’s the end of their time together.”

  “But just for that night, right?”

  “Yes, just for that night.” Stewart was laughing at her. “Tell us what you want.”

  “Can I see you, closer I mean? You’re so far away. Can we move so I can actually see your parts?”

  “I suppose we could,” Stewart acknowledged. He handed her a wineglass, and she only sipped from it before handing it back. Then she scurried from under the covers and sat back on her heels between them. She fondled their cocks and stared at them, back and forth.

  “You’re both the same,” she whispered and dropped her chest down on the bed. As she manipulated them, her eyes became wide, watching as the droplets of pre-cum accumulated on their tips. Gaston was surprised and proud of her when she rubbed their tips and, without much thought, brought her fingers to her lips.

  “What do you think?”

  “I’m not sure what it’s supposed to taste like. Oh, was that wrong?”

  “No, Tina. Not wrong, just not for discussion beyond the three of us.”

  “If this is between the three of us, can I touch you more?”

  “Yes. Do what you’d like with us.”

  “Are you sure?” She seemed skeptical.

  “What do you want, Tina?”

  “I saw one of the women…” She didn’t finish her thought. Instead, Gaston glanced to Stewart and they both watched as she moved closer between them. She drew a deep breath and, before they moved, licked at Gaston’s tip. Then she immediately licked Stewart’s tip. Back and forth she went, taking licks of each of them.

  “What else did you watch the women at Phoebe’s do?”

  She didn’t answer them. Instead, Gaston saw a strange smile, one he’d never seen from her before, cross her lips as she hunkered lower and began to lick their entire lengths. It was a divine torture, lying still instead of thrusting his hips upward to meet her mouth. He didn’t know how long they lay there, side by side, with her hands stroking them and her lips licking them. His body shuddered when she let her mouth close over his head and the tip of her tongue slid along his slit. All too soon she was gone, doing something similar to Stewart’s cock.

  “Your nipples are so hard,” he told her.

  “I know, they ache for your lips but I don’t want to stop.”

  “Tina, if you continue, you’ll make me come.” He gritted his teeth when she came back to his cock and repeated the motion.

  “How do I do that?”

  “God, she’s so innocent,” Stewart whispered to him.

  “I’ve an idea, one that all three of us will enjoy.” Stewart looked at him as if he were crazy to stop now but didn’t argue with him. “Come up here and lie on your back.” She scrambled between them, tugging at her gown until she freed her arms and it fell to her waist. The men moved to kneel beside her, and she automatically opened her mouth to their cocks. She took turns licking one, then turning her head to the other side and capturing the other man’s cock tip.

  “I can’t hold back,” Stewart said and pulled from her lips. She watched, wide-eyed, as he grasped his cock and with only a stroke pumped his cum onto her chest. That was too much for Gaston to take. He did the same thing Stewart did, kneeling up and stroking his cock until he sprayed his load on her tits.

  Immediately, her fingers began to run through their cum, feeling it between her fingers and on her skin. In another unspoken moment between them, both men dropped and grabbed her breasts, each one licking and sucking their combined loads from her. Gaston knew he was drawing her nipple deeper than he had before. From her moving under them, he knew Stewart was doing the same.

  In a moment of confusion, she simply froze and whispered, “Oh my.” Her body shook under them, and she dropped back onto the pillows. “Oh my,” she said a second time. “I’ve never felt like that,” she whispered, looking to Gaston for reassurance.

  “We’ll make you feel better,” he told her.

  “Better than that? Are you sure?”

  Stewart smiled at her. “Yes, better than that.”

  “Your lips are all shiny with your seed.” She leaned forward and kissed him. Gaston watched as Stewart kissed her fully, letting her taste their cum from his lips.

  “Yours are, too,” she said to him and turned to kiss him, too. “Your beard feels soft against my skin. I expected it to be rough.” She kissed him again.

  Stewart pulled away and grabbed one of the wineglasses. He held her back forward as she sipped and let her relax back while he finished the liquid. Gaston finished his wine and lay back beside her. “Do you have questions?”

  “Only one, you said earlier we can’t do this again tonight. Are you sure?”

  He and Stewart laughed at the same time. “I think that’s enough for tonight.”

  “Can we do it again tomorrow?”

  “Yes. Maybe tomorrow we’ll show you something new.”

  “Oh please tell me what it will be.” She looked from him to Stewart and back.

  Instead of telling her, he dropped his hand over her clit and lightly pushed against her. Her groan told him she wasn’t fearful at all, Instead, she was just curious now. “Are you sure we have to wait?”

  “Yes. Tomorrow night we’ll show you pleasure in a different way.”

  Stewart glanced to Gaston. “Fingering her a bit won’t break her.”

  “Won’t break me?” she asked and then shook her head. “You mean you won’t break my virgin seal.”

  “Not tomorrow. But the next night we’ll not hold back.” Gaston smiled.

  “Don’t hold back now,” she pleaded.

  “Tomorrow.” Stewart shifted to lie beside her, his arm over her waist.

  Gaston moved from the bed and, with a bit of maneuvering, pulled the covers from under them. Then he crawled to her other side and took the same position Stewart did. Only he let his mouth lie against her breast, his lips encircling her nipple. “Sleep, Tina. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

  He knew they should get dressed and leave her alone, but he didn’t want to. He knew they’d have to wake early before the servants started moving around, but for now he just wanted to lie beside her and sleep.

  “Tina,” he whispered. She was half asleep but turned to him. “Tomorrow when you wake up, we’ll both be back in our own rooms. Do you understand?”

  “I think so,” she said with a wide yawn. “The servants.”

  “That’s right. It wouldn’t do for them to know what the three of us do in private.”

  * * * *

  The next morning Bettina woke alone. She was disappointed, but remembered Gaston telling her they’d be gone. Her chest felt strange, and she instantly knew why. The men had visited her last night. They’d made her feel wonderful while they sucked her breasts and even better when Gaston touched her down there. Then she’d actually taken their cocks between her lips. It had ended when they spilled their seed on her and sucked her again. She stretched and smiled. If this was how the men planned to use her, she’d like it. Now she understood why some of the women at Phoebe’s enjoyed what they did. And she realized instantly that she was lucky to have two men she liked touching her.

  She took her time bathing and dressing, feeling different. For the first time in her life, Bettina felt like a woman. She allowed herself to believe her future would be wonderful. Would be different from the women at Phoebe’s. In that instant, she remembered she had to keep pleasing her men or they might send her away. In a strange but comforting moment, she realized the gift they’d give her. If they did tire of her, at least she’d have a way to support herself. Being in this city gave her better opportunities than going back to Phoebe’s in Providence ever would.

  She was restless after their morning meal. When she
should have been resting, she was pacing her room. She knew Gaston wouldn’t be home before dark. But she knew Stewart was downstairs in his office. Without thinking longer, she hurried down and knocked on his door. His gruff “come in” might have sent her away, but the ache she felt made her stay. Opening the large door, she was taken aback by how handsome Stewart truly was. He was a bit tousled, but his smile was genuine.

  “What can I do for you, Bettina?”

  “Are you very busy?” she asked, edging closer to his desk.

  “I’ve a bit of time for you.”

  She glanced behind her to the door and walked back to it and locked it. With a newfound purpose she strode directly to his desk and walked around it until she was standing beside his chair. When she couldn’t find the words, she simply lifted his hand and placed it on her breast.

  “I feel strange, Stewart. I feel needy and don’t know what to do about it.”

  His smile was kind. “But you think I know how to help you?”

  “You did last night.”

  He sat and stared at her for a few moments before his fingers began to press against her skin. She groaned and smiled. “I know I’m not supposed to act forward like this, but I was hoping…”

  “Hoping what?”

  “That you’d ease my ache.”

  Stewart watched her for a few minutes, his fingers still pressing against her skin. “Go and close the curtains.” She was hesitant to leave his touch but did as he asked, making sure the drapes were drawn. When they were, the room became very dark. Bettina walked back to him and reached for his hand, placing it back on her breast.

  “You said you’d have to suck on my nipples to bring milk. Could we try again?”

  “We can, but you must realize it will take a long time and we’ll have to do this several times a day.”

  “I understand.” She turned her back to him and, with a bit of struggling, managed to pull the front of her gown off her shoulders and down to expose her chest. Turning around to face him, she watched his lips curl into a smile. He pushed back in his chair and told her to stand before him. She moved between him and the desk. Stewart pulled his seat closer to her and leaned forward, his lips encircling her nipple.