‘By God, but I’ve got to fuck you, you ripe little baggage,’ he growled as he began to rise. ‘Get on your knees.’
‘No! Henry!’ she protested, making no move to obey his order.
‘Come on,’ he urged, ‘get that big arse in the air!’ He slid an arm under her stomach and began to lift, forcing her to raise her bottom.
‘Henry! No, please!’ she protested as he pushed her legs apart with his knee to expose the swollen rear of her vulva.
‘Why not?’ he demanded. ‘God knows but your cunt’s ripe enough. I’ll warrant you could take a horse!’
‘I want to be spanked!’ she wailed.
Eloise lay across Henry’s lap, hot-bottomed and whimpering, with her need for sex an urge that pushed all else from her mind. Lost in the delicious ignominy of being spanked bare-bottomed across a man’s legs, her most earnest hope was that Henry would spare nothing in bringing her degradation to a peak.
Having been pushed to the point where she had begged for punishment, she felt no more need for reticence. Nor had Henry given her any opportunity to display any. The spanking had commenced with Henry making himself comfortable in one of the window seats and dragging her across his lap with an arm twisted firmly into the small of her back. He had then cocked a knee up between her thighs so that her cunny was spread over the hard muscle of his leg and started to spank her. Each slap had pressed the heart of her vulva on to his leg, applying a merciless friction to her clitoris. At first, the stinging slaps had made her squeal and writhe, but the sensation of clitoris on cloth had quickly had her beyond pain. Using an obscene bucking motion in time to the slaps of Henry’s hand, she had began to masturbate herself on his leg. She knew how wanton was her behaviour; she could hear Natalie giggling at her arousal and distress; she knew that every wretched squirm of her body provided a fine show of both cunt and anus. None of it mattered, indeed; as her bottom danced and wiggled in pain and ecstasy, the knowledge of the display she was making only added to her pleasure.
Grinning, Henry raised his hand for another smack. Eloise’s buttocks were a deep pink and speckled with red-topped goose pimples, while plenty of her deep-red anal hair was visible in the cleft between them. He cocked his knee up, lifting and spreading her bottom to fully expose her anus and reward him with a tang of female scent that showed her arousal as much as her frantic rubbing. She would come soon, he knew it, and the idea of her masturbating helplessly on his leg while he beat her made him feel both excited and powerful.
He shook his hand, which was stinging slightly, then once more began to spank her. Immediately she began to rub again, her bare belly juddering against his cock with each slap. Soon she would come and, from the way her fleshy midriff was rubbing on his cock he was far from sure that he would not do the same. Her squeals of pain had long since turned to moans, and now became gasps. Her anus began to pulse and juice squeezed from her vagina with each of her bucks, a filthy sight that he watched in fascination. She called his name, begging to be beaten yet harder, then crying out loud as he responded with a volley of furious slaps at the point where her buttocks met her legs. His hand came away sticky from her pussy as she screamed a drawn-out howl of ecstasy.
Henry’s cock felt as if it was about to explode. The shaft was embedded in the soft flesh of Eloise’s belly, the glans half into her belly button. Her orgasm had brought him to the edge and he could wait no longer. Even as he decided to make her take it in her mouth, the door flew open to reveal the Vicomte d’Arche with a broken chair leg in his hand.
‘Someone screamed . . .’ d’Arche said and then stopped, staring open-mouthed at the sight of Eloise’s near-naked body, with her red bottom and sodden, gaping vagina.
For a moment, the scene held, then d’Arche raised his improvised weapon.
‘By God, how dare you!’ the furious man spat. ‘You need a sharp lesson in manners, you cur!’
‘Don’t be a fool!’ Henry answered. ‘We’re lovers, don’t you see it?’
‘Lovers? Ha!’ d’Arche snapped.
Eloise rolled off Henry’s knee and sat down hard on her freshly spanked bottom. Her face was flushed with pleasure, her eyes bright and her mouth slightly parted – an expression Henry realised might be misread for shock, even as he rose to his feet.
‘Eloise, tell this idiot!’ he demanded.
‘It is true, Donatien,’ Eloise managed. ‘Henry and I, we are lovers.’
‘There we are,’ Henry added, ‘it was just a playful spanking you see, nothing –’
‘Dog!’ d’Arche roared. ‘You’ve soiled her, by God! I’ll kill you!’
‘Calm yourself, man!’ Henry retorted. ‘Damn you, you’ll raise the whole district!’
‘You talk of calm?’ the vicomte roared. ‘When you’ve soiled my Eloise? I –’
‘I’ll do as I please, damn you!’ Henry answered him. ‘And besides, I wasn’t the first – nor, I believe, among the first dozen!’
D’Arche produced an incoherent spate of words, his face puce and his fists clenched in fury. For a moment, it seemed that he would lash out blindly, only for the crash of the door being flung open once more to distract him. Todd Gurney stood in the doorway, his shoulders filling the frame, save for a slim gap through which Peggy’s face could be seen.
‘Temper, temper, Donatien, old fellow,’ Henry managed as the vicomte’s expression changed from fury to frustration.
Gurney stepped into the room, great fists held ready and eyes fixed on the vicomte. D’Arche returned a wary look, hurled the chair leg to one side and then turned on his heel and stormed from the room without another word.
‘Sensitive fellows, these French,’ Henry quipped, ‘but the demoiselle and I were having a merry time before we were so rudely interrupted. I’m sure she can accommodate you, should you care to join us?’
‘With him around?’ Gurney asked.
‘I’m damned if I can see why that pompous ass should spoil our pleasure,’ Henry retorted. ‘Come, Natalie, Peggy; your mistress is in fine fettle.’
Eloise smiled and blushed, a shy gesture that did nothing to suggest she was other than willing.
‘Tell you what,’ Henry continued. ‘She’s got a thing about rank and what not; put her across your knee and spank her pretty arse for her.’
Gurney responded with a knowing smile, Eloise with a squeal that may have been intended to sound like outrage but fell well short of the mark. Nevertheless, when Gurney stepped forward, she made a dart to the side and it was some moments before he could catch her and lead her to a window seat by the hand.
‘There’s no getting out of it, my pretty,’ he announced as he patted his lap and began to pull her down by the wrist. ‘This has been coming to you for a fair while.’
As Eloise was turned over Gurney’s knee, her face took on a wonderful expression of consternation. Half-willing, the knowledge that she was about to be spanked by a servant was clearly getting to her, yet she made no move to resist, merely setting her lower lip in a sulky pout as the big man’s hand came to rest on her out-thrust behind.
Despite the magnificent view of chubby buttocks, pouting cunny and wrinkled bum-hole that Eloise was presenting to him, Henry felt that a better purpose could be served from the other end of her. Raising a finger to tell Gurney to wait, he walked around to Eloise’s front and began to release his cock from his breeches. Her rebellious look deepened as he flopped it into his hand, then turned to open resentment and jealousy as he beckoned to Peggy.
‘Spank her, Gurney,’ he said merrily. ‘Come on, Peg; make her watch while she’s beaten.’
Eloise opened her mouth to say something, only to have it turn to a startled squeal as Gurney’s hand came down hard across her bottom. Peggy giggled but stepped forward, going down on her knees beside Henry. Eloise squeaked again as her bottom bounced under another slap, then watched, wide-eyed and indignant as Peggy opened her mouth and took in Henry’s cock.
Henry gave a sigh of contentment as Peggy’s so
ft lips began to work on his penis. He could feel her tongue as well, rolling his cock from side to side in her mouth as they both watched Eloise being spanked. His cock quickly regained its stiffness, swelling to full erection in Peggy’s mouth as Eloise’s bottom danced under Gurney’s firm slaps. Despite her recent orgasm, her pleasure was evident, with her face cheeks flushed near to the colour of those of her bottom.
Resisting the temptation to come in Peggy’s mouth, Henry held back, allowing the plump lips around his penis to work up and down his shaft until Gurney finally declared himself satisfied that he had beaten Eloise properly.
‘On your knees, then, my fine little puppy,’ Henry ordered Eloise as he pulled gently back from Peggy, ‘and stick that fine behind high. I want to see your red cheeks and watch your Mrs Brown make moue as I fuck you.’
Eloise obeyed, sinking down from Gurney’s lap with a whimper of pleasure and raising her reddened buttocks for inspection. Her face was set in ecstasy, her mouth wide and her eyes half-closed. Her tits swung beneath her, plump and stiff-nippled as she waited on hands and knees. Henry moved behind her, admiring her gorgeous rear view as he decided whether to sheathe his cock in her well-lubricated cunny or the tight brown ring of her anus. Both were impossibly inviting, and he decided to humiliate her further by making her choose.
‘Cunt or breech, my little one?’ he asked cheerfully. ‘Oh, and you can suck my servant’s cock while I’m in you.’
‘Cunt, please, sir,’ Eloise moaned.
‘Cunt it is, then!’ Henry declared and put the head of his cock to her pink, glistening hole.
‘Oh, God, I wish I’d been a whore!’ Eloise groaned as her vagina filled with cock.
‘Don’t worry,’ Henry replied. ‘The distinction is trivial.’
Eloise made no answer because she had gulped Gurney’s cock into her mouth and was sucking on it with an eagerness that bordered on desperation.
‘Nothing quite so willing as a well-spanked girl, eh, Gurney?’ Henry said as he began to move his cock inside Eloise.
Together they used her, enjoyed the pleasures of her body without reserve. Prompted by Henry, Natalie and Peggy joined in, shyly at first and then with greater vigour as their own pleasure rose. Gurney came quickly, filling Eloise’s mouth with come as Natalie stroked his balls and her mistress’s neck.
Henry was still working himself in Eloise’s vagina and, as Peggy slid beneath his mount to suckle first her breasts and then his dangling balls, he realised that his intent of having the two of them together was at last within reach. Then the plump blonde’s soft mouth closed on his scrotum and all such rational thought was lost. With a grunt of ecstasy he came in Eloise, jerking himself frantically into her as his entire sex underwent a pleasure so intense as to reach the boundaries of pain.
Henry withdrew slowly, watching in delight as Peggy immediately buried her face in Eloise’s recently vacated vulva. He sighed as he watched one girl lick his sperm from another’s vagina, then put his hand to his cock, determined that Peggy also would take her share of penis before the night was out.
Jean Faugres blew his cheeks out, his breath coming white in the cold evening air. The ragged outline of Tours showed in the distance, but he was neither sure he could reach the city by dark nor that he wanted to. Clad only in a shirt, threadbare coat, over-tight breeches and ill-fitting boots, he was aware that he made a ridiculous spectacle. Seething with an anger that was only kept in check by the absence of anything on which to vent it, he began to cast around for a place to sleep.
To his right ran the Loire, broad and placid. To the left a low cliff rose, its pale rock carved with cellars and even crude houses. Flickering light showed in some, promising warmth and food. Selecting one at random, he strode up to it and pounded on the door. For a moment, nothing happened, and then a face showed at the bull’s-eye of crude glass in its centre. A cry of shock sounded, immediately followed by a call for some unseen person to fetch dogs.
‘I am a traveller. I seek only shelter!’ Faugres called out.
Again he heard the demand for dogs, now more urgent. Backing reluctantly away, he abandoned his plan of seeking shelter among the rock hovels and again turned his footsteps towards Tours. As the light faded from the sky, the river road joined a straight, broad track and the peasant hovels stopped abruptly. Ahead, he espied a Château, set high into the cliffs overlooking the river. Many windows were broken, and those that remained intact showed black in clear evidence of desertion.
With a grunt he turned his steps towards a broad flight of yellow stone steps that led up from the riverside to the Château.
Henry awoke with a feeling of disorientation, imagining himself for one moment in his bed in Truscott Hall and wondering why the ceiling had turned blue. With the realisation that it was the wrong ceiling came the memories of the previous night, annoyance at d’Arche, then a deep satisfaction.
He turned his head from side to side. Sure enough, Eloise’s red-gold curls lay spread out over the ruined bolster to his right, while Peggy’s unruly blonde locks were peeping out from under the edge of the blanket to his left. Both women had their backs to him and both seemed to be soundly asleep. He smiled at the recollection of the previous night’s pleasures, his cock stiffening at the thought and as his body began to fully revive. A glance at the window behind his head showed that it was barely dawn.
Reaching down to take his now rigid morning erection in hand, he found himself wondering if it would be possible to make use of his stiffness in either Eloise or Peggy. It would be easy, he decided, with his cock hard and lubricated with saliva, all he would have to do was pull up the girl’s skirts, lift her upper leg and enter her. His cock would be inside her before she was properly awake, and once in, he was sure of acceptance. The question was – which one to fuck?
Groping, he took a plump bottom in each hand and squeezed. Peggy responded with a soft groan, Eloise merely shifting her position slightly. Both bottoms were magnificent, full, womanly and ideal material to fill a lover’s lap in the position he intended to use. Peggy’s was larger and perhaps a little firmer, yet there was something wonderfully succulent about the texture of Eloise’s buttocks. Also, while Peggy was likely to be more accepting of his intrusion, it was delightful to think of Eloise waking to the feel of a cock being pushed inside her. It was impossible to chose on the basis of pleasure, yet his exploring fingers had found the hem of Eloise’s dress already ridden up to expose the backs of her legs, while Peggy’s seemed to be trapped.
Accepting the choice of expediency, he lifted his hand to his mouth and spat on to his fingers. Turning, he rubbed the spittle on to the tip of his cock, then took hold of Eloise’s dress and leg simultaneously. With a brisk motion, he tugged her skirts up and lifted her leg, then jabbed his penis in what he hoped was the right place. The tip bumped against the closed lips of her sex and she gave a little cry of surprise. He grabbed her hips and pushed, feeling the skin of his cock pull taut against her reluctant sex lips. There was a brief moment of pain and then he felt the dampness of her vagina on his penis. Even as she gave a second, louder cry, he was sliding inside her, filling her with a series of sudden, vigorous pushes.
‘Ow! What? Who?’ she managed. ‘Henry!’
He made no reply but began to fuck her, quickly settling into a rhythm as her big, soft bottom bounced in his lap. She quickly began to moan, then gasp as he increased the pace of his movements with the desire to come already building up inside him. A moment later, he felt his cock jerk and gave a long, contented sigh as his semen flooded into her.
In the next room, Todd Gurney was stroking Natalie’s long black hair and watching her pretty dusky face as she sucked on his erection. Her mouth was wide, taking in the big cock with an effort, while her eyes were closed in bliss. Gurney had woken to the feel of a timid hand on his thigh and had simply allowed her to do as she pleased, first stroking and kissing his cock to erection and then taking it fully into her mouth.
As before, the
ir inability to exchange more than the most simple sentences made no difference to their lovemaking. No words were necessary for him to enjoy her passion and willingness to please, while in return she seemed to demand only to be allowed to display herself in the act of masturbation and to be held tightly afterwards.
He grunted as his cock jerked and filled the small maid’s mouth with come. She made no move to pull back, but swallowed and then continued to suck until he was entirely drained into her mouth. Even as her full lips pulled free of his penis, she gave a little cry and said his name in her high, strongly accented voice and he realised that she had been playing with herself under the blanket all the while she had been sucking.
Henry Truscott stepped out into the courtyard of Château l’Husseau and took in a deep draught of the cool morning air. He felt thoroughly pleased with himself and brimful of confidence. Not only had he succeeded in his aim of bedding Eloise and Peggy simultaneously, but he had also found a dog whip while leaving the Château, a well-made and serviceable implement that he had immediately appropriated. The sight of Gurney checking their powder by the landau did nothing to dispel his cheerful mood and he walked across with a spring in his step.
‘A good night I trust, my friend?’ he greeted the other, eager to find a way to remark on his successful bedding of the two girls without appearing to boast too openly. ‘Not too cold?’
‘Fine enough,’ Gurney replied distractedly as he closed the cap of the late Captain Jinks’s ornamental powder horn.
‘I, too – ‘Henry began and then thought better of it as the trim figure of the Vicomte d’Arche appeared in the doorway of the Château.
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