Teaching Bettina (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Louisa Neil

  “I’m not sure where or how I’d fit in.” Now she was truly confused. How could she fit into this side of their lives?

  “Any way you’re comfortable.” Stewart tossed Gaston his trousers. “One of us can be sucking or fucking you while the other man does the same to the other man. ”

  “That would mean one of my holes would be empty.” Bettina wasn’t prepared for both of the men to start laughing.

  “That’s what the dildos are for. Even if you only have one cock in your body, we can always use one of those to fill your other hole.” He turned to Stewart. “Greedy girl, isn’t she,” he teased.

  “I didn’t realize at first that you’d use them on each other. Now you’re saying you would use them on me when we’re together. I’m confused as to how that would work, but I’m willing to try.” Bettina heard a note of enthusiasm in her voice and realized there was so much more to their world than she ever imagined.

  “There are many ways to have sex,” Stewart told her. “You’re just beginning your lessons. We’ve traveled the world, Bettina. You have no idea what we’ve learned and what we can teach you.” His contented smile struck her, but he didn’t share the memory that created the smile. These were most interesting men. She’d watch and learn from them in all areas, having accepted over her time with them that all knowledge was power.

  “Only,” Gaston said in a firm tone, “you must promise never to tell anyone about what we do together in any way. That’s still part of our original agreement.”

  “I understand. What we do together in private must remain private.”

  “Telling anyone anything about our sex lives will instantly take our trust. That would be the final straw, the final mistake. A mistake we’d never recover from. Do you understand?”

  “Yes. If I spoke to anyone about us, you’d send me away, never trust me again. It’s your deal breaker. Trust is most important to both of you. Can I ask one more question before we drop the conversation?”

  “Go ahead,” Stewart told her. “Do you meet in each other’s bedrooms after you leave me?”

  “Sometimes. Other times we use other rooms in the house when the mood strikes us. You have to accept that we’ll still fuck when we want, even if it’s just by ourselves.”

  “Bettina, I don’t sleep a lot. Sometimes I visit Stewart before I come to you in the mornings.”

  “You have the stamina to do both of us in the same day. Is that why you won’t fuck me in the mornings when you suck my nipples?”

  “I refrain from fucking you in the mornings so you’ll anticipate the evenings instead of getting bored. But, I’ll fuck either of you when I’m in the mood.”

  “I suppose we’ve gone this far, I have one more questions that might enrage you but I’m going to ask anyway. If I don’t, it will drive me crazy.”

  “Ask your question, Bettina.” Gaston was tucking his shirt into his trousers.

  “I know this is wrong and I have no right, but do you go to other women when you’re not with me?” She held up her hand to ward off his answer. “It’s just that the way some of the women have looked at me when we’re out. Well, you told me it was jealousy. Is it because you’ve been with them, too, and they know we’re together now? Do they pity me that I’m your current live-in whore? Do they know you’ll turn me out when I bore you? Were some of those women in my position in the past?”

  Gaston leaned down and brushed her hair from her forehead before dropping a kiss there. “There have not been any other women or men since we brought you here. Since you came into your lives, we don’t have the energy to do outsiders.” He laughed and tousled her hair. “Now, I have one question and I expect you to answer truthfully.”

  “Of course.”

  “Have you been to the root cellar or the wine cellars?”

  “No. I’ve only wandered around the public rooms when I’m bored. I didn’t know there was a wine cellar. I figured there was a root cellar, but I haven’t had the courage to wander through the kitchen yet. The staff still regards me as your whore. Of course, nobody has said anything, but I can tell the way they look at me.”

  “Does that bother you?” Stewart asked.

  “It hasn’t until now, because I figured once you married me we’d prove them wrong.”

  “Forget about the servants. Just promise us you won’t go to the wine cellars until we take you there,” Gaston told her.

  “I promise.”

  “Now you’ve got her wondering why we don’t want her down there.” Stewart smiled at Gaston.

  “A little at a time, Stewart. Too much too soon and she may not want to stay with us.”

  “Nothing you could tell me would make me not want you two.”

  “Let’s hope that never changes.” Stewart leaned down and kissed her. His lips tasted like Gaston’s cum. It made her wet. It literally made her pussy go wet with anticipation, and she squirmed in her seat.

  “Are we done for the night?” she asked, looking from Stewart to Gaston.

  “What are you offering?”

  “Feeling both your cocks in my body. To have your live, warm cocks thrusting inside me. All this conversation and watching you two together has given me a new lust.”

  “I’m game,” Gaston said to Stewart and started undressing. Stewart laughed and began to undress beside him.

  Bettina knew what she wanted. She stood and moved from the chair she’d been sitting in and dropped to her knees in front of them. Her fingers helped them push their trousers down their thighs. Instantly, she had a hand on each of their cocks. “You’re both hard again.” She licked and sucked each of them in turn, taking longer licks as she relaxed back on her heels. “You each taste of cum.” With a hand on each of them, she continued to stroke them as she sucked their tips. She sighed as she settled into the act, truly enjoying the power she held over them.

  “My nipples are still hard from when you put the gold rings on me. Now they are pulling down. The weight is making me ache.”

  “That’s the point of them, Bettina,” Gaston told her through gritted teeth as she ran hers along his length. When she repeated the process on Stewart’s length, he groaned.

  “She’s becoming quite a little cocksucker.”

  “All the better for us,” Gaston told him.

  Bettina watched him close his eyes as she continued to suck him. In that moment, she knew he was all hers. And she understood that when she was with Stewart, he was all hers then, too. So if she had to share either of them with anyone, she wanted them to stay within the circle they’d created.

  It became important to her that she make them come by her lips. While it wasn’t a contest, she needed to know she could still make them come. When she was in this kind of a mood, the only thing that mattered was the feel of their hard cocks sliding between her lips and down her throat.

  She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought of it earlier. Probably because she was so preoccupied with her own sexual needs. Bettina wrapped an arm around each man’s hips and drew them closer. In the change of position, she was able to reach their buttocks, to pinch their firm skin between her fingers.

  “Kiss each other for me. Let me watch while I suck you.”

  The men looked to one another and didn’t hesitate. They brought their mouths together and kissed. The longer she sucked, the more relaxed they became, tangling tongues and letting their hands roam each other’s chests. They were quick to strip off their shirts. With a cock in her mouth, she looked up and watched. Watched how they pinched each other’s skin, especially their nipples.

  “Take turns sucking on each other’s nipples the way you suck mine,” she directed, continuing to suck them, alternating cocks. Gaston leaned down and covered Stewart’s nipple with his lips. She watched the smile cross Stewart’s lips with the tug of Gaston’s mouth. She witnessed the same smile when they changed places. She loved the feel of their buttocks and wondered if they’d let her use their fake cocks on their asses one day. With that idea, she shook as
a small ripple of heat ran through her.

  Why had she never considered using their anuses as they used hers? It was an epiphany she couldn’t justify not realizing earlier. At that moment, she didn’t want to try. What she wanted was for them to come down her throat. With a renewed enthusiasm, she pinched their buttocks as they took turns sucking each other’s nipples. It was easy to slide her hands closer to their buttocks’ clefts. It was even easier to let her fingers grab at them. Eventually, she sucked Stewart’s cock down her throat and pushed her index and middle fingers into his body. He came immediately down her throat. Before Gaston could question her movement, she sucked his cock the same way and pushed her fingers inside him. He shifted his hips, thrust his cock deeper down her throat, and, with his own hand, pushed her fingers deeper in his anus.

  When she looked up, Stewart was sucking Gaston’s nipple. It was as if Stewart were holding him up as his body shook. Bettina sat back but didn’t immediately remove his fingers from their asses. With slight motions, she used them to fuck their butts. Never in her life would she have thought to do this to her men. Never in the future would she forget to do it to them. And with time, she decided, she’d use their fake cocks on them, too.

  Right now, her body was humming with need. She let her weight drop back on her heels and her hands slid from their bodies. She used her fingers to rip open the top of her dressing gown and began to pinch her nipples. She allowed the men to help her stand. With their arms wrapped around her for support, she leaned back and accepted their mouths to her nipples. It felt so different from before when she wasn’t wearing the gold rings.

  Even in the few hours she’d had them on, she understood just how sensitive her nipples had become. Stewart and Gaston didn’t disappoint her. They palmed her ass and sucked her nipples, biting lightly on her breasts. Stewart dropped his arm between them and began to rub her clit. Even through her dressing gown material, she could feel his touch. As they sucked harder, he pushed harder.

  When Bettina finally let go and came, she was thankful the men still had their arms wrapped around her or she would have melted to the floor. Her knees were weak and her body quaked. Gaston took her weight while Stewart opened her dressing gown the rest of the way. With Gaston’s help, he shifted until he could push his cock in her pussy. She pulled at him with her inner muscles while rubbing her tits against his chest, kissing him deeply.

  “Christ, it’s like her pussy is milking my cock.”

  “I’m almost there,” Gaston said.

  Stewart kept her tight to him and took a step backward, coming to rest on the arm of one of the large stuffed club chairs. He pulled her weight onto his chest and they dropped back on the seat. Gaston pulled the bottom half of her dressing gown to the side and stepped behind her.

  “Yes, please,” she whispered, but the noise she made was more of a guttural groan then actual words. She felt his hands on her buttocks and hoped he’d fuck her ass. What she felt first was him pushing two of his fingers in her pussy beside Stewart’s cock.

  “Oh my,” she said absently when she realized what he was doing. “Oh my.”

  “Do you want me to stop, Bettina?”

  “God no.” Both men laughed at her, but Gaston continued to move his fingers around Stewart’s cock still in her pussy. Then he pushed another one in, stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched before. “Do it, Gaston, do it. Push your cock in my pussy along with Stewart’s. Do it.” Her last words were a demand. She felt empty when he pulled his fingers from her, but just as quickly she felt the tip of his cock nudging beside Stewart’s. Using his fingers, he loosened her more, and with each increment she stretched, he pushed his cock a bit farther.

  She didn’t know how long it actually took to get both men inside her, but she didn’t care. Stewart continued to suck her nipples, and now she had both their cocks in her pussy. She’d never known a fullness like this, never wanted to forget the feeling. Her body reacted without her help, and she climaxed around them. Her pussy pulsed several times, and she could feel their warm cum slipping from her body.

  Gaston took a step back and let his cock leave her body. Stewart pulled her with him and let their weight drop further onto the chair cushion, still embedded in her pussy. “Gaston, please?”

  “What do you want, Bettina. Tell me so I’ll know?”

  “My body is still pulsing. I need something.”

  “I know what you need.” She was relaxed over Stewart’s chest. She didn’t think to tense when Gaston pushed his fingers in her anus. Two first and then a third. He fucked her ass with them, and she knew Stewart felt them, too. His cock started to stir inside her.

  “I’m making Stewart hard, Bettina. What will make you come?”

  “Another finger,” she pleaded, not caring how she sounded. She had a need, and these men would soothe it for her.

  Gaston pushed a fourth finger in her anus, stretching her open. “Do it, Gaston. You want it and I want it, too.” Gaston pumped his four fingers deeper and faster, stretching her wider than she’d known before.

  “You want this so both our cocks will fit in your anus.”

  Bettina gave her men a sly smile. “Your fist will stretch me wide to take both your cocks. Do it, Gaston, stretch me.”

  Gaston looked over her shoulder at Stewart. Bettina grasped his shoulders and glanced behind her. “Tell him, Stewart. Tell Gaston to stretch me. To use his fist in my anus. Tell him to stretch me enough to take both of you.”

  “We’ll stop when you tell us to,” he told her and brushed her hair from her face. He nodded to Gaston to continue. She kissed his mouth, sucking his tongue between her lips.

  She could feel him moving his fingers, pulling them out. When he pushed back inside her, she realized he’d tucked his thumb against his palm. She froze for only a second then relaxed over Stewart’s shoulders, accepting Gaston’s full fist in her.

  “Christ, Stewart,” Gaston said to him. “Her body is pulling me in, sucking my fist. It’s incredible to feel her stretch and pull at the same time. My cock is beyond full. I’m about to shoot my load.”

  “What a sight,” Stewart told Bettina. “My cock is stretching your pussy and Gaston’s fisting your ass.”

  Gaston paused and pulled out his hand all the way for only a moment before sliding it back in her rear hole. “Suck her tits, Stewart. Make her hot and needy.” She squirmed at his lips to her nipple and reseated herself over Stewart, making room for Gaston to fist her butt. Never in her life would she have thought to want this. Even more she never thought she’d need it to climax.

  When Bettina’s orgasm came, she released all her thoughts and power to the moment. She’d never had such a powerful orgasm. Never before had they taken her to this amazing place. More important, she liked it, liked the power it gave her over her body and their pleasure. She decided she’d work it into their regular routine on occasion. Bettina was smart enough to know if they did this all the time it would become routine. She never wanted this to become ordinary.

  Gaston pulled back and thrust deep, over and over until her body claimed his fingers again, grasping at them, trying to hold them in that one special spot.

  Her body shuddered one last time just before she went limp around both the men. She felt the warm splash of Gaston’s cum coating her buttocks. Gaston moved his hand from her and lifted her around the waist, off Stewart. He turned her around and dropped onto the other chair with her on his lap. She lay across him, damp and limp.

  “I’ve never felt so relaxed. It’s like I don’t have any bones in my body.”

  “Just relax,” Gaston told her as he kissed her lips. “Just rest and relax.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Over the next weeks, the weather got worse, leaving most of New York under layers of snow and ice. Gaston went out occasionally, and apparently he’d made the necessary arrangements for his next voyage.

  Over supper one evening, he told her it would be a short journey to Boston. She’d learned
not to ask if she could come. When he wanted her with him, he’d tell her. He did go on to say how cold it would be on the open ocean and how cruel the winds would be. But he promised her when the weather broke, he’d take her with him.

  She sat at the table in her room, combing out her long, brown curls. The men had issued a new invitation for the night. She was to meet them in the office wearing only the white dress shirt Gaston had left with her this morning. He’d promised her none of the servants would see her moving through the house in that state of undress.

  Bettina didn’t actually care anymore. In the last weeks since she caught the men fucking each other, her life had gotten better. While at the time she might never have believed that possible, now they were even closer.

  She dropped her dressing gown on the bed and reached for Gaston’s shirt. It was huge on her, but she made it work. Folding back the long sleeves was her first chore. When she finished that, she closed it over her front. As a last thought, she tugged it so it exposed most of her right shoulder. To this day, she still wore the gold rings on her nipples. She didn’t feel right now without them now.

  Standing before the mirror, she had to admit it was a sexy look. She was covered, but not used to seeing her legs bared. The hall clock chimed nine and she left her room. The floors were cold against her bare feet, so she all but ran to the office. She hesitated to barge in and paused to knock before opening the door.

  “May I come in?”

  “Of course. We’ve been counting the minutes until you would come.”

  “So have I.” Bettina scurried across the room to stand before the fireplace, the roaring flames warming her instantly. “Do I look right?” she asked, turning to face them. Stewart sat behind the desk, and Gaston in the chair pulled up to the other side.

  “I’d say she looks perfect.” Gaston stood and walked over to her, handing her his glass of brandy. “This will help warm you.”

  Taking the glass, she took several small sips until the heat made its way through her, centering directly at her core. “What’s wrong? You two look different. What’s changed?”