“I can see we’ll have to teach you the vocabulary of love, my dear,” Valentine told her in between placing light kisses on her neck and shoulders, making her tremble in pleasure. “Making love is also called fucking, although not in polite company.” The last was said with more than a trace of amusement. “Did your husband never use words on you?”
“Use words on me?” Leah’s voice was low and halting as she felt Kurt’s hands begin a slow inexorable glide up to her breasts. He covered them, cupping and molding them in his big hands, and Leah gasped as her back arched. She’d never dreamed a man’s hands there could be so exciting.
“Words to arouse you,” Valentine explained. “Hearing the words can be almost as exciting as the act itself.” Valentine leaned back and watched Kurt caressing her breasts, and Leah became more aroused, the act more carnal just because Valentine watched. “I love watching Kurt touch you. You have beautiful breasts. I want to see them naked, I want to suck and lick them, and watch Kurt take your nipples in his mouth, nibble them and tongue them.”
“Oh dear God,” Leah groaned. Valentine’s words made her sex clench yet again and her breasts literally ache for what he described.
“Do you see?” Valentine whispered. “How the words can enhance your pleasure? You like them, don’t you?” His voice was knowing, the question rhetorical. Leah’s pleasure was obvious to all of them, her mounting desire like a wave of heat surrounding them.
Kurt’s clever fingers found Leah’s aching nipples and plucked them roughly, making her shudder as the sweet sting traveled directly from her breasts to her woman’s entrance. “You are too desirable not to fuck, Leah,” Kurt whispered from behind her, his breath hot and moist against her nape. “Your body is crying out to be taken, it wants a hard cock, doesn’t it? But we’ll do it your way, Leah. Whatever you want, tonight. Tell us what you want.”
Leah was swamped with want, she couldn’t make her mind grab onto any one thing. She had so little experience, and just a few minutes with these two incredible men had shown her there were pleasures out there she had no notion of. She leaned her head back in agitated surrender, and it lay on Kurt’s shoulder as Valentine took advantage and feasted with lips and tongue on her exposed neck.
“What do you want, Leah?” Kurt’s voice had become synonymous with temptation to Leah. He was the devil whispering of her fall from grace, and all she could do was follow him to her downfall.
“I don’t know,” she panted, her breath hitching on a sob as Valentine’s kisses went lower and he licked a path across the upper slopes of her breasts. “I don’t know! Thomas…it was never like this, never. He came at night, in the dark, he put it in me and he left. What is this? What are you doing to me?”
“We’re making love to you, Leah, properly, the way a woman like you should have it. We’re worshiping your beautiful body, loving you with words and touches. We will fuck you properly too, in the light with hot, sweaty, naked bodies straining together and cries of ecstasy. This is what we offer you. Take it, take us. Love us, Leah, and let us love you.”
Kurt’s impassioned promises beat against all Leah’s fears, conquering them. They called to her most wicked fantasies, ones she hadn’t even known she had until yesterday. “Yes, yes, please,” she cried out, “that’s what I want, oh God, yes, please.”
At Leah’s reply, Kurt stepped back and she felt him loosen her dress. He pushed it down to her hips as Valentine stepped back to give him room. Once the men’s heat and hardness was no longer pressing on her Leah was able to think a little more clearly. She allowed them to take her dress off, but then she stepped to the side, away from them.
“You,” she told them, her voice trembling, “I want to see you both. I’ve never seen a completely naked man. I want to see what I’m getting.”
Valentine was taken aback by Leah’s request. She’d seemed overwhelmed by their passionate lovemaking. He’d assumed she’d let them take the lead. He liked her courage, and her obvious desire for them pushed his own arousal higher, hotter. He didn’t want a meek bedmate, he wanted a woman who equaled him and Kurt in passion. She appeared to be a lady who, despite her lack of experience, knew what she wanted after all.
Valentine shrugged off his coat without even answering her. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. The shine of the moisture on her lips made Valentine’s mouth water. He unbuttoned his waistcoat quickly and threw it off, uncaring where it went. Leah’s breathing was ragged. Next came his neckcloth. He realized his own breathing was less than steady as he absorbed Leah enjoying his hasty undressing, her desire growing. He watched her eyes dart to Kurt and he followed her gaze.
Kurt had also begun undressing and Valentine waited until the other man caught up with him before removing anything else. When Kurt’s neckcloth floated to the floor beside him the two men shared a glance. They didn’t need to speak to understand one another. They would undress together now, revealing themselves to Leah at the same time.
They both took off their shirts, and Leah gasped. “Stop,” she whispered. She took a step closer and then hesitated. “May I touch you?” she asked.
Kurt laughed and Valentine smiled. “Yes, leibchen, touch all you want,” Kurt told her, his voice deep with need. He reached out and Leah placed her hand in his. Kurt guided it to his chest, and he rubbed her hand over his hard muscles, then over his nipples, already sharp with arousal. The caress had him slowly arching his neck in pleasure.
“Do you like that?” Leah asked tentatively. “When I touch you there?”
Kurt raised his head again to look at her, and Valentine didn’t need to see his face to know how he looked. He’d seen Kurt aroused so many times it was an image burned in his memory. He was beautiful that way, sloe-eyed with desire, his cheeks flushed, his movements slow and deliberate.
“I want you to touch me everywhere, my Leah. My nipples, my cock, my ass,” he told her, and with each word he moved her hand on him to the places he named. Leah inhaled sharply when he pushed her hand deep between his legs and onto his ass. Kurt chuckled darkly and let her pull it away. “Perhaps not all tonight, but eventually,” he said with a wolfish grin.
Leah stumbled back, and Valentine stepped over to catch her, her back against his bare chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, grabbing her hands so that she hugged herself with him, effectively held captive. He placed his lips against her ear as he spoke. “That’s how we do it, Leah. That’s how a woman fucks two men, and how men fuck each other—in the ass. It feels so good, sweetheart, so hot and thick and wonderful to be fucked there. It’s what we’ll do to you after we’re married, and what we do to each other.”
“Oh my God,” Leah whispered brokenly, and the slight jerk of her hips let Valentine know she was aroused by the thought rather than frightened. She watched Kurt with wide eyes, her new knowledge written on her face. Kurt slowly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down just enough to free his swollen cock. It sprang free and bounced against his stomach. Kurt was so hard Valentine knew he must be in pain. Leah whimpered and her legs collapsed beneath her.
Valentine swept her up in his arms and carried her to the settee, laying her down there. He and Kurt quickly divested themselves of the rest of their clothes while Leah stared at them with wonder. When they were naked, Valentine hesitated. “What do you want us to do, Leah?” he asked her, hungry to please.
She looked at them and licked her lips again. It was a nervous habit that pushed Valentine to the edge. He loved a tongue on him, licking and swirling everywhere it went. At her next words, he knew exactly what he was going to do.
“Show me,” Leah told them. “Show me how you both like to be touched. Show me how to please you.”
Valentine turned and beckoned Kurt to him with an outstretched hand.
Kurt knew what Valentine wanted, what he always wanted— Kurt’s mouth on him. Valentine loved the hot wet swirl of a tongue on his skin, and Kurt loved the taste of him. He eagerly took Valentine’s hand, lowering his head
“Valentine loves to be licked, Leah, everywhere. He loves a mouth savoring him, teasing him with lips and tongue and teeth.” Kurt turned Valentine slightly so Leah had a side view and could see everything that Kurt did to him. Kurt lowered his head and slowly licked across Valentine’s hard nipples with the flat of his tongue. Valentine gripped the back of his head, fisting Kurt’s hair and holding him there on one nipple. Kurt bared his teeth and bit down, lightly scoring his teeth along the aroused pebble, and Valentine groaned again, louder this time.
Kurt spoke with this lips still touching Valentine. “Valentine is a vocal lover. Not just the words, which he loves to speak and hear, but the sounds of sex. He can’t control himself and is given to loud moaning. He also loves to hear his lover. He is happiest when he has driven me to the edge and I can’t control my own moans. I like this too, it pleases me and heightens my own desire.” He turned his head and rubbed his hair along Valentine’s nipple with a slight repetitive motion of his head while he looked at Leah. “I want to hear you in your passion too, Leah. I want to hear you moan and sob for us, beg us to fuck you. Never be embarrassed to express what you’re feeling when we make love to you.”
“Kurt.” Valentine’s voice was a growl. “Lick me down, and then suck my cock. Show Leah how good you are at that.” Kurt’s stomach clenched as he remembered similar words from Valentine last night.
Leah moaned out loud and Kurt laughed. Valentine looked at her, and Kurt could see she was as affected by the dark passion in his face as Kurt was. “Was it the words that made you moan, Leah, or the thought of what I want him to do?” Valentine asked.
“Both,” Leah said breathlessly.
“What do you want right now, Leah?” Valentine’s voice was harsh and his breathing erratic as Kurt licked down his stomach, paying special attention to his hips and the crease between his legs and his crotch. “Do you want to touch me, or touch yourself?”
Leah gasped and Kurt looked up at her. “Don’t be embarrassed, beautiful Leah. It would give us great pleasure to watch you touch yourself.”
Leah was sitting up on the settee and she had her arms wrapped around her waist. She bit her lower lip, staring at them in anguish for a minute before she spoke. “I don’t know how to begin.”
“Bare your breasts for us, Leah, and fondle them. Whatever gives you pleasure. Show us what you like.” Kurt waited, trying not to let his impatience show. He burned for this, to see Leah rubbing her own breasts, playing with her pussy, putting her fingers in herself, coming as he sucked Valentine. It was best, he thought, this first time that she pleasure herself to their passion before they touched her. It would relax her, and she would be wet and ready for a cock then.
“Yes,” Valentine groaned, “God yes, Leah, please.”
She reached for the ties on her corset, and Kurt grinned in triumph.
Chapter Eight
Leah couldn’t believe she was going to do this, touch herself in front of two men. But then everything about this evening seemed like a dream. Two days ago she never would have imagined watching two men make love, and enjoying it. More than enjoying it, actually, if she were honest with herself. She hungered for it, she was devouring their passion for one another. She wanted to do the things Kurt was doing to Valentine. She wanted to do it to both of them, and the reality was she would, and that excited her beyond measure.
As she removed her clothes to bare her breasts, Leah was brutally honest with herself. She was going to touch herself not because it would give her pleasure but because it was what Valentine and Kurt wanted. She supposed for them it was like her watching them now. She really couldn’t imagine getting that much pleasure from her own hands. After she was bare to the waist, Leah looked up at them.
“Meine Gott, you are beautiful,” Kurt whispered. His face was flushed, his eyes burning bright, and Leah felt beautiful.
“Do it, Leah,” Valentine whispered and she looked at him. His face was all angles, sharp and harsh with desire. “Touch your breasts. Let us see you.”
She could feel her face flame in embarrassment, but she made her hands cup her breasts and squeeze them. She gasped at the sensation. It felt good, very good, and she began kneading them and running her palms over her distended nipples. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
While she fondled her breasts, she continued to watch the two men. Kurt placed one hand around Valentine’s muscular thigh and then wrapped the other around the base of his cock. Keeping his eyes on Leah, watching her watch him, he leaned forward and guided Valentine’s cock to his mouth. His tongue flicked out and licked the shining plum head of Valentine’s very thick cock, and Leah actually moaned at the sight. Kurt smiled.
“Very good, Leah. Let me hear your pleasure. I like your moans.” Kurt placed his smiling mouth against the end of Valentine’s cock then, slowly opening his lips, he took the cock deep in his mouth. Leah sobbed at the desire that flamed through her, roughly squeezing her breasts. The vision before her combined with her own caresses had her sex aching and wet.
Valentine hissed as Kurt slowly pulled back along his cock, releasing it. Kurt began to lick around the thick shaft, and Leah saw Valentine shiver at the sensation. He clutched Kurt’s head in his hands, fisting his hair, and turned eyes smoky with passion to her. “Show me your pussy, Leah,” Valentine begged her, his voice rough with desire. “Show me how wet you are, how much you like what we’re doing.”
“My pussy?” Leah gasped, pinching her nipples roughly as Kurt had done earlier. The feeling was a sort of painful pleasure that she liked.
“Your sex, your mound,” Valentine panted as Kurt once again swallowed his cock.
Leah blushed again but rose and took off the rest of her clothing. Kurt stopped what he was doing to look with Valentine, and Leah saw stark male appreciation in both faces. She wasn’t sure what to do next until Valentine spoke again.
“Sit down again, Leah,” he told her, “and spread your legs wide so we can see your sweet, wet pussy. I know you’re wet for us. Do you ache to be fucked yet, Leah?”
Valentine’s words made Leah sink back on the settee, her legs wide, her pussy indeed aching. “I’ve never felt like this before, Valentine. Is that what it is? Do I ache to be fucked? My body is a stranger to me tonight.” She heard the tremor in her voice and raised her hands to her breasts again, trying to relieve some of the tension she could feel building.
Kurt spoke, still on his knees before Valentine, the other man’s cock still in his fist. “Touch your pussy, Leah. Feel the heat, the wet. This is what desire really is. You were made for a cock, you want it.”
His voice had the deep, mesmerizing tone that beckoned her to the forbidden, and she obeyed. She moaned at how wet she was, how sensitive. She ran her fingers up and down her crease, feeling how swollen her lips were there, how hot the aching flesh felt. She circled her weeping entrance.
“Put it in,” Valentine whispered. “You know you want to, Leah. Fuck your pussy with your finger.”
Leah pushed her finger into her pussy and cried out at the relief she felt at filling that empty, aching space.
“Suck me, Kurt,” Valentine commanded roughly. “Suck me until I come, until you swallow all of me. Then I want to watch you fuck Leah.”
“Oh God, oh God,” Leah moaned, her eyes closing as she moved her finger inside of her pussy. Everything was too much, she was so full, and so confused.
“Are you going to come, Leah?” Valentine asked her, and she opened her eyes to see Kurt’s head moving up and down, his mouth sliding along Valentine’s cock. She felt her pussy clench her finger at the sight, and the feeling was marvelous. She moaned.
“Kurt’s beautiful mouth is so hot and wet, Leah,” Valentine whispered, “just like your pussy. He sucks until it’s so tight, and I fuck his mouth like I want to fuck your pussy, like I fuck his ass.”
Leah’s cry was wild and she moved her finger harder and faster inside her pussy, trying to ease the ache.
“Yes, Leah, come for us,” Valentine hissed.
“I don’t know how!” Leah cried out, tears pooling in her eyes. “I don’t know!”
“Sshhh, darling,” Valentine whispered. “Have you never come before, love?”
Leah was shaking her head, watching Kurt suck Valentine’s cock. She was shaking all over, her eyes wide, her finger working her pussy, and Valentine arched his back in pleasure as he drove his cock deep in Kurt’s mouth. Kurt moaned his approval, and Valentine could feel his own climax coming. He gritted his teeth and held it off. He wanted to watch Leah come first, her first time if he guessed correctly. He tightened his fists in Kurt’s hair, stopping him, Valentine’s cock still buried deep between his lips.
“Press your palm against the little button at the top of your crease, Leah,” Valentine panted. “Press against it while you fuck your finger in and out. It will feel so good. You’ll know when you come, my love. You’ll know.” Leah did as he directed and her moan told him she was doing it right.
“Oh my God, Valentine, oh my God,” she cried out. Her breathing was fast and erratic, and Valentine could see when she stopped watching him and Kurt and instead began concentrating on the feelings she was giving herself. It was beautiful and so bloody arousing he was ready to come that instant.
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