The other of her comparison was a vague memory of beauty and satiny skin, to which neither of these could compare. Her heart sped and her skin heated as she remembered her youthful hand trembling, rubbing down the hot skin and plum-shaped head. She shook herself and pushed the pleasant memory from her mind.
WHACK!
Hannah flinched. She couldn’t imagine Simon finding pleasure from a spank, but then again nothing she did pleased him, so maybe she was wrong. He only found excitement in his whores and at his clubs.
The man moved from the back of the cottage into a better view. Hannah ducked behind the old birch tree and closed her eyes.
God, she was mad. She gasped for air.
The five lonely years since Simon’s death had made her crazy with the urge to learn to please a man. First she had lowered herself to purchasing all sorts of bawdy books, books that talked of things such as this. And now…Now she ogled Mr. Roland and invaded his privacy.
Her chest tightened. The reality was she would never hold the skill to master such pleasure. God, this was agony. She needed to leave before one of them noticed her. Indeed…Her shoulders slumped. Oh poppiedust. She turned and stepped in the direction of Huntington cottage.
“Emma, dear, I want to feel your hot cunt while you frig Kit with your mouth.”
Hannah flung around. This she couldn’t resist. She read about kissing a man’s sex in the Perfumed Garden and wondered if men and women truly found pleasure that way.
Emma knelt on cushions on the floor. Kit lay in front of her, his phallus standing straight as the trees that surrounded her.
Hannah’s hands brushed the smooth trunk of the large birch tree. Imagining the hotness of smooth male flesh as her hands ran across rough cool bark, she slid her hands out to the edges, then up and down. In her mind her hands explored every ridge and vein of his sex. Her pulse increased, and her chest tightened. God, she needed to feel a man again. Her hands trembled. With all the books she’d read, the next time a man joined her in bed she hoped she would have an idea what to do.
Emma leaned down and her tongue traced the head of the man’s penis. Kit groaned.
“Umm…” Hannah’s tongue slid out and traced her lips. She imagined the salty flavor of skin and the tapered shape of prick head as an erection pressed into her mouth. Her nipples peaked hard beneath her corset.
The other man, Rupert, knelt behind Emma. Flipping her skirt and petticoat up onto her back, he ran his hands down the swell of her creamy bottom. “Good girl, Emma. Take Kit in,” he murmured, then slid his hand between her spheres. Hannah whimpered. Oh how she wanted rough male hands on her bum again.
“No, Emma. Pleasure Kit. Concentrate on nothing but him.”
Kit groaned and thrust his hips up as Emma lowered her head down. Half his shaft slid into her mouth. As she pulled her head up to the tip, his shaft shimmered with her saliva.
Hannah’s mouth watered. She wanted this, wanted to be Emma as she slid hot male flesh into her mouth and another man caressed her. She swallowed hard. How scandalous.
Emma’s tongue slid out and traced the ridge; she puckered her lips, and slid back down the length.
Hannah could feel the pressure of a phallus as the head slid into her mouth. Saliva pooled and dribbled down the length of the prick as it throbbed and twitched. Her lips caressed the ridge and popped to the tip. Wetness dewed her skin, and her sex pulsed as a moan caught in her throat. She crossed her legs in an attempt to control the building desire and slickness slid down her leg.
Good Lord, she should tear her gaze away. Her chest tightened and her skin tingled. Too many years…how she needed a man’s touch. She had no prospects, no admirers. This was madness. Her lip trembled.
Kit groaned, and tears sprang to her eyes. She would never, could never, possess the ability to pleasure a man this way, but still she stood and watched. She was a fool.
Tingles slid across her body with every caress the threesome made. Her nipples strained against her corset as Rupert grasped his large stiff prick. He ran his hand along the length, then laid his prick in the crack of Emma’s bum. Not between her legs, but in the crevice. He rocked his staff back and forth, sliding the head up and down the valley. His gaze fixed on the sight.
“Oh, Em, you have the most glorious arse.” Gripping the base of his shaft, he slid his hand forward and back in the same motion as he rocked.
Simon had never done such a thing to her. In the short month he shared her bed, he always joined her in the same position. Him on top, with her legs spread wide.
Viewing such an animalistic position caused a hunger to seep through her. She could almost feel the hot skin as the head of a penis slid between the spheres of her bum, stretching her sex, spearing her womb. A man’s muscles shaking against her bottom as he pumped into her like an animal in the fields.
Her sex spasmed and she arched her back in search of the imaginary prick. She wanted Rupert’s penis to fill her, to bring her the blissful release she only created with her fingers on her own, but there was nothing there. She gritted her teeth.
Oh how she wanted to diddle a man in that position. This man. Shifting her stance, she gasped, and her nubbin throbbed.
His hands flexed, gripping Emma’s bum and she imagined his fingers on the soft flesh of her bottom, gripping her hard. His arms jerking her back into his hips with controlled precise moves as his penis pushed into her sex again and again.
The delightful friction of her flesh stretching to fit him as he mated with her made her knees weak. One of his hands slowly trailed her hip to her stomach and then dipped to the curls at the peak of her thighs. Forging through the coarseness he fingered her dripping flesh and touched where they joined.
Her entire body trembled at the thought of touching the spot where they fused together. Slick and wet as he thrust into her, she would drag her fingers across his smooth burning skin and caress his sack as it hit her bottom on each thrust.
She clamped her leg muscles tighter trying to capture the sensation in her mind, and the delicious ache between her legs spiraled. Good Lord.
Emma continued to devour Kit’s penis. She licked and sucked until on a groan Kit thrust his hips with abandon. Her mouth slid farther down his length, and he cried out in pleasure. His hands gripped Emma’s curly hair as his face contorted in ecstasy.
Pain ripped at her heart and she closed her eyes. Please let me have the chance to make a man cry out in pleasure the way this woman did.
Her eyes fluttered open. Oh! Juices slid down Hannah’s leg as Rupert slid his prick into Emma from behind. Blast it. She wanted to feel the delight they shared, but the only way to do that would be to touch herself. Trembling, she tried to restrain her hands as they slid down her dress. Her sex pounded with the beat of her heart as her face flamed with heat. What if someone saw?
Rupert pumped and flexed his ass as his penis speared into Emma between her bum cheeks. She could hear the wetness as he slid in again and again. Her fingers found the place between her thighs and pressed her skirts between them.
The fabric of her shift dampened and clung to the lips of her sex. She wanted to feel their slickness with her bare touch, but she didn’t dare lift her skirts in the open and touch herself.
Imagining her fingers were Rupert’s, she caressed the swollen folds through the muslin and brushed over the hard bud between. Lightning shot through her body and a groan bubbled up her throat. Every muscle in her body strained for release.
Rupert’s breath labored and Emma whimpered with each stroke. His phallus shimmered with wetness and the head and skin shone an intense red each time his penis pulled out.
Hannah pressed the fabric into her opening, mimicking Rupert’s stroke, and rubbed hard against her blissful nubbin. Her eyes barely slit open, she watched as Rupert grew closer to spending in Emma.
Rupert