by Louisa Neil
“And now here you are, about to be used by two different men.”
“Yes, I’m thankful you brought me away from Providence and Phoebe’s.”
“Does it bother you that we touch you?”
“No, not at all. It feels different. This feels right.”
“What if I do this?” Gaston let his finger slide along her pussy lips, separating her brown curls. “Does that hurt?”
“No. Not at all. In fact, it feels wonderful, like you should be pushing it farther inside me.”
“We’ll get to that,” he joked. With a nod, Stewart slid his hand down beside Gaston’s. They used their fingers to stroke her clit and pussy. She was already moist. Gaston wanted her wet, dripping her essence to ease their way. When she was all but writhing under their touch, they each used their index fingers, side by side, and gently pushed deeper.
“Oh my,” she said, surprised by the intrusions.
Stewart nodded to Gaston, and they each pushed a bit farther. Gaston kept his finger just inside her pussy while Stewart changed his position and came to rest with his head between her legs. Gaston pulled her knees back as Stewart began to lick her.
“Oh my,” she said. “Oh my!”
“Does that feel good?” Gaston asked, focusing his attention on her breasts. Reluctantly, he moved his finger from her pussy and began to pinch her nipples.
“It feels…wonderful. But it’s creating a new kind of tingling inside me.”
“Just close your eyes and feel, Tina. Don’t question. Just feel each lap of Stewart’s tongue against your clit and pussy lips. Tell me, what does it feel like when he thrusts his tongue inside you?”
“It feels like when you used the tips of your fingers, only different.”
“Do you want him to stop?”
“Oh no, please, Stewart, don’t stop.” He glanced up to her from between her legs and smiled. His face was slick with her juices.
“That’s your essence on his lips.”
“Mine. Oh please, do it some more. Can you do that and keep your finger inside me?”
Stewart smiled at her and pushed just the tip of his finger back in her pussy, taking short strokes in and out. On an outward pull, he looked to Gaston and they changed places. Stewart came to lie by her side and started pumping her breasts while he kissed her, a full kiss with his tongue to hers, letting her taste her own juices.
Gaston shifted between her legs and continued to lick and finger her. “I find it extremely frustrating that I can’t fully finger her.”
“Do you want to change your mind?” Stewart asked.
“No, the wait will be worth it.” He went back to licking her, but he knew his erection wouldn’t last too much longer. “Stewart, you’re very hard. Tina, would you like to suck us like you did last night? Only tonight, we’ll come on your pussy and lick you clean.”
“Yes, I’ll lick you both.” She waited while the men moved to kneel on either side by her head. When they were in position, she was able to grab each man’s cock with her hand and turned from side to side licking their tips. As she continued, she learned to use her hand to pull back their foreskins and lick their tips. As last night, she used the tip of her tongue to swipe along the droplets her motions were producing.
Without being told, she became emboldened. With each lick, she began to take more of their lengths between her lips. Back and forth, from side to side she continued. Stewart pulled from her first and hurried to her lower half. She had Gaston’s cock locked between her lips. He saw how fascinated she seemed watching Stewart use his hand to stroke his cock until he sprayed his seed on her pussy. Gaston smiled at him and with reluctance, moved and followed his lead.
The men stayed by her pussy, letting their fingers use their cum as a lubricant, pushing it inside her pussy just a bit with their fingers. They watched her as she threw her head back and closed her eyes, accepting the intrusions in her body.
“More, deeper please. Can’t you see you’re driving me mad? Make the ache go away, please!”
Gaston leaned up and covered her clit with his lips, pulling like he did on her nipple. With their fingers just inside her pussy, she came, a full orgasm that shook her entire body. She dropped back onto the pillows, her body in a full sweat.
“Oh my,” she said.
“How did that feel?” Stewart asked as he continued to finger her but lessened the depth he was stroking.
“It felt like nothing I’ve ever imagined, nothing I could ever imagine.”
“It will get better,” Stewart told her, coming to rest beside her, kissing her fully. He and Gaston took turns kissing her until both men were kissing her and each other. He wondered what her reaction would be, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she used her own tongue against theirs until she dropped back, exhausted.
“How do you feel?” Gaston asked.
“I’m exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.”
“Tomorrow we’ll show you what we can really do for you,” Stewart added.
“You mean tomorrow you’ll do the same things with your cocks?”
“Yes,” Gaston told her. “Tomorrow is your birthday. It will be our present to you.”
“That, and we’ve decided to take you out for our evening meal. There is a party to celebrate the New Year at a nearby restaurant.” Stewart smiled at her.
“You’ll take me out in public?” She struggled to sit forward. “Please don’t tease me about that.”
“We’re not. We have to make an appearance for business reasons.” Gaston sat back but didn’t leave her side. “I think the pink dress will be appropriate.”
“Yes. I’ll have one of the maids come and help you with your hair.” Stewart seemed pleased with the idea.
“But you must remember, Tina, you cannot talk to anyone about what the three of us do alone here. If you do, it will all end.” Gaston waited until she nodded.
“And you’ll send me back to Phoebe’s.” She looked from one man to the other. “I won’t tell anyone. I’m your niece,” she said to Gaston. “I’m Bettina Duvall, have been living abroad, and just recently found you were my family. And you, Stewart, I’m your fiancée. In a year I’ll become Bettina Jahan. Wife to a provider of fine wines and spirits.”
“That’s right.” Stewart leaned forward and dropped a kiss on her cheek.
“That’s all you have to tell people. You speak a few words of French if needed, but don’t get too conversational in it. Just a few pleasantries, as if you forgot you’re in New York now and not abroad.”
“Oh, thank you for taking me out. I promise I won’t embarrass you.”
“We know you won’t, or we wouldn’t trust you to come with us.” Gaston’s words were a reminder of her position in their household.
“We should leave you to rest,” Stewart said, stretching beside her. “I need to sleep a bit.”
“I should go, too. Go to sleep, Tina. And promise me you’ll rest tomorrow. The maid will fill you a bath in the afternoon. That will give your hair time to dry and time for her to arrange it.”
“Must you both go? This bed is big enough for all of us to sleep.”
“Tomorrow,” Stewart told her and pushed his lean frame from the bed. He paused to pull on his trousers. Gaston kissed her cheek and rose, following in Stewart’s way, tugging on only his trousers while he gathered up the rest of his clothing. She laughed at the men standing almost nude with their clothes in hand.
“Good night, my handsome men. Thank you for tonight. I promise tomorrow night I won’t embarrass you. I just have one question.”
“Go ahead,” the men said at the same time.
“Why do you call me Tina when we’re in here, but use Bettina when we’re not?”
“I consider it an affectionate term.” Gaston studied her. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
“No, it’s fine, I was just curious.”
“Get some sleep,” Stewart said as he dropped a kiss on her forehead.
“Stewart, Gaston, I have one more question.”
Gaston watched as she bit her lower lip. “Go on.”
“What if someone recognizes me from Providence? What if some man visited Phoebe’s and saw me?”
“Not to worry,” Gaston told her. “Here in Manhattan, you’re my niece and Stewart’s fiancée. Nobody will question you. Nobody would dare compare you to a whore.”
“If you’re sure?”
“You’ll be fine. You’re about to become Mrs. Stewart Jahan. That’s all anyone will remember.” Stewart’s words were reassuring.
“There is one other thing,” Gaston added. “Some of the women might look at you with a cross expression. You see, Stewart is considered a valuable bachelor here in the city. Anybody who looks at you crossly will be doing it because they realize he’s not available to marry their daughters.”
“Were there many daughters who wanted to marry you?”
“Some,” Stewart said with a smile. “But none I wanted to marry until I met you. So don’t let them make you think twice. Tomorrow night, I’ll introduce you as my fiancée, my stunningly beautiful fiancée.”
“All right, I’ll try not to worry.”
“No worries, just sleep now. Good night, Bettina.”
“Good night, Stewart. Good night, Gaston.”
“Sleep, Bettina. We want you rested for tomorrow night.” Stewart winked at her and smiled. “Tomorrow night we’ll make you ours in all ways.”
“I understand,” she said slyly.
* * * *
As Gaston closed her bedroom door, he stood beside Stewart. “It’s a good thing we don’t have to wait much longer. I don’t think I could leave her alone.”
“You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck her tonight.”
“Tomorrow we’ll both use her. Then she’ll be ours.”
“See you in the morning,” Stewart told him as he let out a deep breath and headed to his own room.
Gaston knew how he felt. Just fingering her tight pussy and licking her wasn’t enough. He had to know how it felt to bury his cock in her. In her pussy and her ass. Tomorrow would be a new start for all three of them. He headed to his room, his cock hard and throbbing. While he wanted to turn around and go back to Bettina to take care of his ache, he knew he had to wait until tomorrow or break his bargain with Stewart. In all the years they’d known each other, that was the one thing they could each count on. When they gave their word, they kept it, no matter how hard it was sometimes.
Chapter Ten
Bettina spent the better part of her day resting and relaxing. Amy, a maid she’d not met, came to help her with her hair. Bettina figured her to be about ten years older than her. She was polite and kind, but not talkative. After helping her into her new dress and shoes, she helped position her new hat among her freshly arranged curls. She took Bettina’s new cape down stairs.
Bettina stood before the mirror staring at the woman watching back at her. Was this really her? Could a gown and new hairstyle truly change her appearance this much? Apparently so, because she was thrilled with her new look. She no longer wore her long braid and simple shift gowns. Tonight she was a woman in full dress ready to be introduced to society.
When Benton knocked on her door moments later, she knew it was time to go. She pulled a deep breath and slowly walked through the corridor and down the stairs. At the bottom, Stewart and Gaston stood side by side in their finest dark suits.
“Beautiful,” she whispered as she reached the bottom of the steps. “You are both handsome men. You look beautiful. I’m so proud to be with you.”
“It’s us who are proud,” Gaston told her as he lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.
“I’m amazed. You look stunning, Bettina. I’ll be very proud to introduce you as my fiancée.”
“And all the women will instantly know why you captured his heart. How could you not? You look perfect. Everyone will hate Stewart for having you as his fiancée.”
She smiled and felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment. Benton came from behind her and laid her cape over her shoulders.
“Are you ready to go?” Gaston asked.
She looked from one man to the other and said, “Yes.”
“Good, the carriage is waiting. Remember, only one glass of wine tonight. Benton will have a light meal for us to enjoy when we get back. Then you can have another glass.”
“I’ll remember. I promise I won’t drink too much and embarrass you.”
From that second on, she refused to remember her past. Instead, she thought only about her future. How could she not with a man on either arm, men who would finally take her virginity tonight? She was excited about that now without fear. After their last nights together, she knew she was ready to have their cocks stretch her wide. She knew she’d do anything they asked of her.
* * * *
January 1, 1790, New York City
They were home before she knew it. The night had gone by in a blur of faces and names. She’d carried the same glass of wine the whole evening, using it only to moisten her lips. She didn’t remember most of the names and which faces they went with, only that she knew she was on display. From the looks of the other women, she made a good impression. It was simple, of course, with Stewart or Gaston always at her side. She said little, smiled too much, and could only think about getting home.
Once they were there, she couldn’t stop talking about the party. It was a beautiful restaurant, the first she’d ever been in. Finally, she ate with gusto, feeding her empty stomach as they reminisced about their evening. At last, she knew the time had come for her to be fully with her men.
“Thank you both for tonight. It was lovely to be out in a beautiful gown with you both beside me.”
“You did wonderfully,” Stewart told her. “I’m very proud of you.”
“So am I.” Gaston added a bit more wine to each of their glasses.
“Would you mind if we went upstairs now?”
“Are you tired?” Stewart asked with a smile.
“No. I want to become a woman in all ways. You’ve waited so long for tonight. By rights, I am yours to use in all ways.”
“My cock has been hard since I saw you at the top of the stairs tonight.” Stewart smiled. “I’m ready to initiate you.”
“I almost came when we got there and they took your cape. You have an amazing figure, Bettina. Everyone there was envious of both of us. I agree, we’ve waited long enough.”
“You go ahead up. We’ll be with you shortly.”
“But don’t undress. We want to do that tonight.” Gaston gave her a short nod, and she left them in the dining room.
“I’ll be waiting.” She slowly walked from the room and remembered to hold her head high as she walked up the stairs. Back in her room, she looked at her reflection and was pleased on many levels. She hadn’t embarrassed either man tonight. She looked beautiful, and better yet, it was finally time to become their woman. She noted the bedding had been turned back, ready for her to crawl into.
When her bedroom door opened, she turned to watch the men enter. They had both stripped off their formal clothing and only wore trousers and their shirts. She smiled at them and walked past them, locking the door. Stewart tossed a rag onto the bed.
With a boldness she didn’t know she possessed, she went back to the mirror and unpinned her hat. Then she shook out the style Amy had forced her hair into, letting it fall in soft waves down her back. She turned and stood before them. There was no doubt that both her men were ready for her. Their trousers were tented from their hardness. She licked her lips and walked before them. Then she dropped to her knees and reached a hand to each of them, stroking their lengths through the material of their trousers.
Gaston stood tall, his legs a shoulder width apart, as did Stewart, and he let her stroke them. “Please take these off,” she said and rose before them. She pulled Gaston’s shirt wide open to show his chest beneath and ran her hands along his skin. Then she turned to
Stewart and repeated the process. “It would help if you both dropped your trousers.”
She watched the men drop their pants and sighed as she lowered before them a second time. With a hand on each man’s belly, her fingers roamed across their skin, feeling the slight differences between them. Both men had a thin layer of hair covering their chests that led down to their cocks. Leaning forward, she licked each man several times before changing back to the other.
Using her hands on them, she became bold and took more and more of each of their lengths between her lips. It wasn’t something she thought about in advance. It was simply that she wanted to pleasure them. Apparently she was doing this right because both men’s cocks were growing longer and thicker. The more she licked at them the more they seemed to like it. With a new willingness inside her, she entrapped their cocks with her mouth until she felt each man throbbing against her tongue. Bettina tried to mimic the way they sucked her nipples. She held their swollen lengths between her lips and made swallowing motions, pulling them further down her throat.
Gaston shook when she did it to him, and he reached down, helping her to stand before them. The men smiled at her and, with nimble hands, undressed her until she stood naked before them. When she thought she’d be afraid or embarrassed, she was only anxious for them to start.
“Go and lie on the bed, Tina, with your knees bent as we showed you last night.” As the past night, each man came to lie beside her, stroking her and sucking her nipples. Gaston moved from her breast to between her legs and began licking her pussy. She knew she was already moist and they’d find her pussy puffy with need. Touching them as intimately as she had made her excited in a new and fulfilling way. She was beginning to accept this wasn’t a problem. The men seemed to like her being forward. It wasn’t what she expected, but she liked this better than having to submit as the women back in Providence did. She was a willing participant and sighed as he used his finger inside her, stretching her wide. When he pushed a second finger in her, she moaned at the new clasping motion her body made, drawing the digit deeper.
