Lydia’s cheeks heated and her breath shuddered as she experienced a potent combination of shock and desire.
“Looking down and seeing your little cleft split for me, fuck,” swore Chamberlayne, grabbing her arse and pressing his chest up.
Feeling him writhe and rock below her was pleasant, but it wasn’t putting pressure on the places she needed it most.
“Why don’t you let William taste you like the heroine in that novel?” asked Denny.
“The heroine…” She was too distracted by sensation to even talk. These men were impossible!
Denny showed her how to shuffle her legs up so she could move towards Chamberlayne’s mouth. William’s lips looked full, his eyes hungry.
“Put that cunny on me, love,” said Chamberlayne, his hands moving to her waist to help draw Lydia forward despite her tentativeness.
When Lydia’s quim hovered right over his mouth, he pulled her down and licked a wide, hot stripe from her hole to her nub.
Lydia thought she might fall, such was the astonishing feeling of being sucked from this position. Denny supported her shoulders so that she remained upright.
“Fare thee well?” he asked softly, studying her carefully. “You know we will cease our onslaught if you say scarlet, same as at our last gathering, do you not?”
“Yes,” panted Lydia, “yes.” His consideration was made sweeter by the contrast with Wickham’s villainy. But she resolved to set her husband aside for now; he’d ruined enough, and she wished to enjoy this stolen moment!
Chamberlayne worked relentlessly, swirling his tongue as he moved Lydia over his mouth like she was naught but a doll. He sucked at her nub, then released it quickly before she crested, dratted man.
“Doesn’t our Lydia have the hottest little cunt?” asked Denny, smirking and ducking to apply his lips to her nipple.
Lydia gasped, her thighs attempting to squeeze together when she felt the combined force of her officers’ lips and tongues on those very sensitive places.
Chamberlayne grunted as her legs pressed to his ears. She sought to move back for fear of hurting him, but he only pulled her closer to his mouth.
An invisible string running from her breast to her core grew ever tighter as the men worked her body together. Was this what shehad given up? The indescribable bliss of double pleasure? She’d chosen to haul water for Wickham when she could have been kept wet by adoring officers?
“Honeysuckle, what I wouldn’t give to have a hand on m’ cock,” moaned Chamberlayne before returning to tonguing the entrance of her channel.
That dear man was licking her so well that Lydia, though unsure about the mechanics, tentatively leaned back so she could trail a hand behind her in search of William’s clothed shaft.
“That’s it,” murmured Denny, pulling from her nipple so he could help guide her hand. “That’s our generous girl.”
Together, their hands traveled over Chamberlayne’s thick thighs and settled on the sizable bulge in his breeches.
“You remember that cock?” asked Denny as he helped her trembling fingers open the buttons of Chamberlayne’s falls. “You want to feel it again?”
“Please,” she gasped, Chamberlayne sucking relentlessly at her nub in encouragement.
“Almost there,” said Denny, guiding Lydia to the band of Chamberlayne’s smalls. “It’s yours for the taking.”
Lydia slid her fingertips past the band before she realized they might play a most diverting game. She pulled her hand back up to Chamberlayne’s navel.
“I’m afraid my arm is too short to reach,” she said in a pitiful voice. “You’ll have to help me.”
Denny’s face went blank, and then he broke into a laugh. “I’d almost forgotten what a playful minx you are, Lydia,” he said, placing his palm over the back of her hand and guiding her into his fellow officer’s smallclothes. “Doyourecall how you used to play?”
It was an innocent question, but Lydia was taken back to the girl she had once been, and she felt immeasurable sadness. But she’d never survive unless she resolutely chose to be cheerful, especially now that she had two handsome officers diverting her attention so pleasurably.
“I certainly never played like this!” she said, letting her callused digits trail over Chamberlayne’s heavy cock in his smalls. Denny’s hand remained over hers, aiding as she tried to circle her fingers around Chamberlayne’s shaft.
“Urnf,” moaned Chamberlayne into Lydia’s cunny, the vibrations reaching deep within her. “I like it rough.”
Lydia stilled as she fought to remain upright even as paroxysm approached.
