Teaching Bettina (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Louisa Neil

  Her skirts were lifted to show her backside and how the larger woman used the toy to fuck her anus. The woman being fucked inched backward, taking more of its length. Over and over, it was pushed then pulled from her anus. Bettina could hear the woman groaning at the motions. Or was she hearing her own groans as she sucked cock and had her holes penetrated while she was being spanked? She noted how the weights swung with each movement.

  On stage, it was left in her body and she was told to stand with her back to the audience. Her dressing gown was torn from her body. She was a lean silhouette with only the large toy protruding from her ass to mar the line. The first woman retrieved something from the tray. It was a paddle, Bettina realized, and she pressed her thighs together. She was so horny, and now the sight of what was happening on the stage made her even more so. She’d never been worked up to this level. She never wanted to forget how it felt to be fucked while watching other people fuck.

  With a push to her shoulder, the second woman leaned on the chair for support as the other woman used the paddle against her buttocks. The paddle came down over and over, each time moving the toy inside her anus. When Bettina thought she couldn’t take anymore, the woman dropped the paddle. Then she strutted around the stage, one hand holding a breast to her lips and the other pulling out the dildo and all but shoving it back inside her. She’d walk to one corner, do it several times, and then strut to the other side and repeat the show. The second woman stayed where she was, still leaning on the chair with the toy protruding.

  Bettina needed more but wasn’t sure what to ask her men for. She glanced away from the stage and realized what they must look like. Her men sat on either end of the sofa, dressed respectfully from the top half. Only she knew their trousers were pushed to their ankles, and their cocks were hard and slick with her saliva from sucking them. She was naked to the waist, bent over Stewart with his cock in her mouth. Her own breasts hung free, needing sucking, her rings pulling heavily on her nipples. Her skirts were bundled around her waist, and Gaston was spanking her ass and fingering her holes. It was a memory she never wanted to forget.

  Stewart pulled from her lips and Gaston from her lower half. She was afraid they were done with her. They weren’t. Gaston moved her so she was lying with her chest on the sofa and her lower half kneeling on the floor. Instantly, his hard cock was inside her pussy. He fucked her a bit and moved back, allowing Stewart to do the same thing. They changed back and forth a few times. With a new boldness, she managed to slip her hand between her body and the sofa, rubbing her clit while they filled her, all the time glancing over her shoulder to watch the stage.

  “Both of you,” she uttered, glancing over her shoulder. “Please?”

  Stewart pulled her to sit up as he lay down on the sofa. Gaston lifted her by the waist and all but impaled her pussy on Stewart’s cock. Then he draped himself over her back and began nudging his cock in the same hole. The men shifted and moved until she finally felt Gaston’s cock fully inside her beside Stewart’s.

  “Watch the stage,” he told her as he fingered her nipple rings.

  “First, push your hand back to your pussy and rub your clit. We can feel your movements,” he told her, pausing to drop a kiss on the back of her neck. She did as they asked and snaked her hand between her body and Stewart’s. “That’s it, Tina, rub yourself and we’ll feel it.”

  Her first movements were hesitant, but Stewart was palming both her breasts and tugging on her rings. She found herself taking his rhythm as she stroked her clit. Gaston used his hips to shift their cocks in her pussy.

  On the stage, the first actress finished strutting for the audience and stood in the center. The second woman stood with the toy still protruding from her ass and turned to the audience. Bettina let out a gasp as she saw the second woman had a penis. A real, live male penis. She was confused but didn’t want to stop and ask. Didn’t want to miss anything that she was seeing or feeling. He fondled his cock as she’d seen her men do, stroking it up and back for the audience to see the foreskin move, to see the tip glistening with his pre-cum. He, too, walked back and forth across the stage, giving everyone a good view of his cock. “I don’t understand,” she mumbled adding, “Is it a man or woman?”

  “It’s a man with tits,” Stewart whispered.

  On stage their first woman managed to lean over the chair, still holding the massive fake phallus in her pussy. The second woman, or man, Bettina was confused now, came behind the first and pushed his cock in her anus. They moved together, both still holding in their fakes. Bettina didn’t know how long he fucked her anus, only that the woman never let the toy fall from her pussy. She became all but mesmerized as the silver clamps swayed with their movements. How the candlelight reflected from the metal. They were speeding up on the stage, his humping actions becoming quicker. He was taking shorter strokes, not pulling out all the way. She was disappointed when he stood and stroked his cock for the audience.

  “Tina?” Stewart said to get her attention.

  “Yes, anything you want, anyway you want to do it. .” She glanced back to Gaston. “Do it, we all want it, put both your cocks in my butt and spank me until I come.”

  The men moved only slightly. Stewart sat up a bit and Gaston pulled from her body. He again lifted her by the waist and eased her down over Stewart’s cock until he was fully embedded in her anus. She shimmied a bit until he was in the perfect place to make her come. Then she felt Gaston behind her. He kneeled over her and with renewed determination, began the process of inching his cock beside Stewart’s. Her body accepted his intrusion. When he was fully inside her, he pulled back only a bit and pushed forward.

  “I’m so full,” she told them, using her fingers to rub her clit harder than ever before. Stewart grasped her chin with his hand and turned her to look at the stage. The person with the cock moved back to the first woman, who was still leaning over the chair. Bettina noted how full and long her breasts were. How they swayed with each breath she took. She brought one to her lips and began sucking her own nipples. The man stroked his cock a few times and shot his load on her back side. Then he dropped over her and used his own breasts to rub his cum into her skin.

  There was a round of applause and Bettina thought they were over. “Please don’t stop, not yet.” Even to her own ear her tone was a plea.

  “Watch and come,” Gaston said from behind her.

  The two women on stage stood and took a few bows for the audience, both still holding in their fakes. Then the first woman walked to the front of the stage. With a tit in each hand, she began massaging her breasts.

  “Watch,” Stewart repeated and nodded to the stage.

  Bettina watched intently, or as intently as she could with two cocks up her butt. But she saw it, saw the woman pinch her nipples and spray liquid at the audience. She turned from side to side, pinching and palming her breasts. She’d walk to one side of the stage and spray her milk at them. Then she’d strut to the other side and repeat the action.

  The second woman or man, Bettina decided it didn’t matter anymore, came to stand beside the first. With a slight turn and twist of her nipple, milk sprayed from her breasts and trickled down her skin. Then she took a step forward and stood just inches from the first woman’s breasts. She opened her mouth and drank the milk being pumped from the first. With a step forward, she closed her mouth over the milky tit and began to suck.

  That was too much for Bettina. Her body took over and clamped down on her men. They came when Bettina pushed two of her own fingers in her pussy. She could feel her body pulsing around her fingers and their cocks. She could feel their bodies tense, and ultimately she felt them all start to relax. The men’s cocks began to shrink, and their mixed loads of cum began to seep from her anus, dripping down over her pussy and hand, down the back of her thighs as Gaston pulled away. Still she was enthralled by the milking going on, on stage. Now she understood the draw her men had to the concept. It made her want to give her own milk for them even more than
before. It would become her mission, she decided quietly as she finally pulled her hand from her pussy.

  People all around the theatre were having their own finales, she realized. Just as they’d all come together, the people in their own cubicles were finishing their acts. There was a bit of applause for the actors, but there were more grunts and the occasional declaration of “Oh my God,” echoing around them.

  She would have applauded but didn’t want to move. Reluctantly, she let the men pull away, leaving her feeling empty. She lay exhausted and sated watching them pull up their trousers and the rest of their clothing into place. “When we get back to the hotel, will you both fuck me?”

  “Of course,” Stewart said with a smile.

  “Where?” Gaston asked as he tucked his cock back in his trousers and put them to rights.

  “I want to feel both your cocks in me again, preferably both of you in one hole.”

  “Which one?” Stewart asked as he straightened his trousers.

  “First my pussy then my ass.”

  Both men glanced to each other and nodded. “That could be arranged,” Gaston told her as he began to pull the top of her gown back in place to cover her breasts. Stewart began righting her skirts.

  The actors on the stage left and a few men came out and snuffed most of the candles. Not all, but most of them. Stewart made Bettina stand before them and slowly turn in a circle. With a tuck here and a ruffling of the material there, her gown was back in place and she was presentable for the public eye. Nobody would know their combined loads of cum was seeping from her anus down the back of her thighs.

  Outside, she noted all the carriages lined up, but they were the only ones leaving. She realized they were being escorted out so nobody else could see who came and went. She liked the idea of not being seen at the theatre. Once they were tucked inside and way, she smiled.

  “That was very interesting, not what I expected at all.”

  “We said we’d show you things you never considered,” Stewart said.

  “If we go again, maybe you should both spank me before we leave the hotel, and then I’d have to sit through the performance with my ass sore and my pussy aching for attention.” She drew a breath and spoke before thinking. “Maybe you should bring some of our fake toys. I could use them on you while I suck your cocks, or you could punish me by making me keep mine in during the performance.”

  “Pandora,” Gaston teased.

  “Would you like to go again?”

  “Oh yes, but only if they do something different.”

  “Next time we’re in Paris we’ll bring you back for another show.”

  “I’d like that,” she told them, wondering what might happen if they came back a second time. She knew they were leaving in a few days and figured she’d have to wait for another time. She didn’t care. The trip had been beyond anything her imagination could summon. While it was interesting to watch the sex show, she had a much better time with her men attending to her.

  That night back in their hotel, true to their word, both men fucked her pussy and ass. They stripped her of her gown and spanked her with their hands. Then they used some of their new toys inside her while she sucked their cocks. She inserted a phallus in each man while she sucked harder. Tonight with their cocks tied, she knew they couldn’t come until she let them. Bettina knew when they took out her new toys they would fuck her. While still tight and a bit awkward, she managed to get both of their erections in her anus. It was that special burn she never took for granted. After she’d come several times, she reluctantly moved from them and scooted to the foot of the bed, pulling the ties from their cocks. The men came on her breasts and pulled her up to suck her clean. Both managed to keep their toys in place while they did.

  That night, each man attached another gold weight to her nipple rings. She’d never been so horny and so relaxed at the same time. Sometime in the middle of the night, she woke and watched them fuck each other’s anuses. The men were on the floor, both on their knees. Gaston went first, fucking Stewart. While he did, she moved to lie across the bed to watch them better. Stewart grasped her by the shoulders and pulled her over the edge until his lips could reach her nipples. As Gaston fucked his butt, Stewart sucked her nipples.

  When the men changed places, Gaston automatically suckled from her while Stewart spanked his ass and fucked him. By the time Stewart came, she was tired and thankful to drop back onto the bed and let sleep overtake her. With a man on each side of her she felt complete.

  * * * *

  All too soon their time was over and they were sailing for home. She’d experienced her flow the last days before they left and the first few they were at sea. Even when it ended, she still felt strange but couldn’t define how. Her breasts ached, and she twisted the rings while the men were on deck. At first she panicked when she saw the drops of white liquid form on her nipple.

  Then it dawned on her. She was producing milk. She did it again and smiled. Tentatively, she reached a finger to one and brought a drop to her lips. It had no real taste that she could discern, only a creamy texture. She’d never been so happy and proud at the same time. All afternoon she palmed and pinched her breasts. Either of the men could walk in at any time and see what she was doing. Bettina didn’t care. The orgasm she gave herself just by playing with her tits would have to last her. She didn’t know exactly how much milk she had and didn’t want to waste it playing with herself, so she forced herself not to touch them anymore. She did gather the courage to pull out one of their toys and push it in her pussy. With fast and then slow strokes, she brought herself to a small orgasm. Still, it wasn’t enough to satisfy this new hunger deep inside her.

  Later that evening when they were settling in for the night, she began to get anxious. Then she remembered this was their fondest wish. This was why they sucked on her so often. She knew they’d have to keep it up or the fluid would stop. Bettina scurried to the center of the big bed in the main cabin just after Gaston sneaked in. “Both of you, strip.” It was a tone she hadn’t used since her wedding night in the wine cellar.

  Bettina settled and pulled down the top of her sleeping gown. “I have a surprise for you tonight,” she told them as she watched them finish undressing. “Come suck my tits,” she ordered them. She didn’t have to say it twice. They quickly moved to each side of her. She wrapped her hand around the back of each one’s neck and smiled. The men began to suck her, and she felt each one recognize the difference and then pull back to stare at her. “It started this morning,” she told them. “You’ve finally done it.”

  Stewart glanced to Gaston, and they both moved back to fondle and lick her. “You’ve made me very happy,” Gaston told her as he kissed her, sharing the liquid with her.

  “You taste amazing,” Stewart added, using his fingers to manipulate her tit, watching how each drop was produced. Both men continued to suckle from her. Each fondled and pinched and watched her milk spray just before they lapped it from her belly. “Stewart, straddle my chest.” He did and Gaston pinched her nipples. They all watched her milk spray on Stewart’s cock. Without prompting, Gaston sucked him clean without question. “Change places,” she said, and they did without comment.

  With both men kneeling over her, she manipulated her own nipples, watching the drops form on each man’s cock. She lapped them clean. “Come on my tits and lick me clean,” she suggested, “and drink my milk while you do it.” She’d never seen them look so happy or content, and they moved quickly to appease her.

  “You know what this means, don’t you?” She watched each man pause to look at her. “Now you’ll both have to keep sucking me like you have been or it will stop.”

  “We wouldn’t want that to happen,” Gaston said. He winked at her and moved back to suckle off her, gently rubbing her clit in small circles.

  “I’m very pleased,” Stewart told her and shifted until his lips were back at her breast. She pulled two dildos from behind the pillow. “Fill me with these then suck the mi
lk from my tits. Make me come.” They did as she asked, spending a long time fondling and licking as she subtly shifted the toys within her. “What a sight we must make,” she mused. “Fake phalluses in both my holes and my men milking me.” She let out a sigh of contentment. “Go ahead and rub your cocks, but don’t stop fondling me. When you’re ready, come on my clit. Then you can take turns licking me clean and drinking from me.” Long into the night, she finally lay exhausted.

  She wrapped an arm around each of her men and settled back. “This is where you two belong.” Never in her short life had she been so happy. She felt thoroughly sexy and relaxed with a man latched onto each tit. “This is my version of content.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Louisa became hooked on paperback romance novels as a teen. Before cable TV arrived, babysitting after school was boring. She chose a Harlequin novel and never looked back.

  As an adult, she took writing seminars and classes to craft her own skills. She kept journals and notebooks filled with story ideas and bits of dialogue, along with settings and observations.

  Finally, retired from her full-time job, she ventured to put her notes in order. The end result was Claudia’s Men, her first romance novel with a twist.

  She realized her writing stepped beyond normal boundaries and became erotica. Exploring these new directions has been enlightening in many ways. The author looks forward to researching her next ménage novel.