Wallflowers Don't Wilt (6 page)

“Ah, yes, perhaps not my other earring this time? Too obvious, methinks. So my sandal it has to be.”

Ivo began to suspect he had met his match in, perchance, every which way.

Bella also removed a shoe. For his two items, after a tussle, his boots joined their single shoes. Their second shoes followed, as did his stockings, Serena’s other earring, and another hair jewel previously unnoticed by him from Arabella. If he hadn’t felt it impossible, he could almost suspect them of adding accessories as they played.

“So, Your Grace, now I believe, as you might say, this is where it gets interesting?” Arabella was amused, her mouth curving into laughter as she regarded his ever-increasing pile of discarded clothing.

He shrugged mentally.
Why spin things out?
Ignoring his fob watch, which he had left with his jacket as he felt sure the girls would declare it null and void, and signet ring, he undid the buttons on his shirt, watching their reactions as he slowly revealed his toned torso. Those reactions were all he could have wished for. Indrawn breaths, avid looks, and even a sigh of satisfaction. He threw his shirt in the general direction of his cravat, moved his hands to the waistband of his pantaloons. Even through the layers of muslins, he could see nipples peaking.

“Are you as excited as I?” he queried. “Wet, hot, aroused?” They nodded, not speaking, their eyes never leaving the movement of his hands. “Good, for soon we will be all of those and so much more.”

He began to guide his pantaloons lower and watched as Serena took hold of one of Arabella’s hands. No signs of female outrage or false modesty, purely two incredibly arousing looks of interest. This was one moment he gave thanks for the lessons of patience he had been taught high up in those mountains so far away.

His cock, as it was released from its confinement, sprang to attention, hard, erect, and eager for ministration. Like the previous night, neither girl could take her gaze off its glory. Tonight, however, he was not asking them to attend to it. Not yet, anyway. Peeling his pants the rest of the way down his legs, he kicked them away, and then stood tall, his naked body gleaming in the soft light. He saw it reflected over and over in the mirrors and grew even harder as he realized that soon he would be seeing both his lovers in the same way.

“So, my dears? Your turns. And, er, muslins next, I believe?”

“Well,” Serena spoke in a teasing voice. “Not necessarily, as we also have—” He stared. “Very well, Your Grace. Muslins it is.” She turned her back to him and lifted her hair to hold it away from her back. “We decided, Bella and I, that you should have the privilege and the frustration, of opening the buttons on my dress. I may tell you there are many of them.”

“Fifty-seven.” Bella’s voice was rueful. “I should know; I had the joy of doing them up. So boring to hide what is underneath, so much more pleasure to discover. I hope you realize the honor I am bestowing on you, allowing you to usurp me like this?”

He did and said so frankly. “My loves, I treasure all you give me.”

Truthfully, they had continuously amazed and surprised him thus far with their generosity and willingness to share since he had first proposed this delectable ménage. It was up to him, in this one night, to show them how right it was, how much they would all benefit, gain, and enjoy by so doing. “I am ever in your debt, Arabella. And I will be honored. Then if you are so inclined, I will salute you likewise?”

Bella laughed, a deep, sexy laugh that his cock responded to with alacrity. “Well, in a manner of speaking, Ivo, for my buttons are ribbons, and they are not at the back of my dress.”

He found he had no repeatable answer to that, except to slowly begin to unbutton Serena’s dress, gradually exposing her slender, milk-white spine. Without volition he pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, heard her soft gasp, and Bella’s harsh breath. He turned his head and smiled at her. “If you wish a kiss, Bella, move nearer.” She complied, her fingers playing with the ribbon at her throat.
So, maybe too impatient to wait her turn?

One hand gradually releasing buttons from their loops, with the other he firmly stopped Bella’s from playing with her ties. Hooking a finger through the top set of ribbons on her dress, he tugged them apart, revealing even more of her magnificent breasts. Bending his head, he nipped the soft flesh as it swelled above her nipples before soothing the sting with a kiss and a gentle lave of his tongue.

“There, now you are both branded as mine.” He purred as he saw Bella’s eyes peruse the swell of color where his lips and teeth had been. “And I await with growing excitement when I also have a brand…from each of you. I fear I am becoming impatient.” So saying, he grasped her gown and pulled sharply downwards. He heard the ripping sound with satisfaction as buttons loosened their hold and fell away.

Serena made a grab to hold the material over her.

“Let it go,” he said tersely. “Let it fall. Watch in the mirror as you are revealed. See? Your nipples are taut, your flesh trembles, your cunt is wet and quivering with anticipation.” He watched as Serena stared at herself and did not attempt to cover her body before turning to Bella, whose eyes were glued to the arousing picture of Serena, covered only by her hair.

“Now, Bella, it is your turn. Do I rip or untie?”

She giggled.

He noticed a hand straying toward her clitoris. “Do not dare to touch yourself at this moment, my dearest Arabella,” he chided. “For if you do, you will miss such excitement and arousal that you will be sorely disappointed. Have patience. Do not be petulant; it is not becoming. Let us reveal you also. Then I will give you your presents. Show you how to use them. So to reiterate, do I rip or untie?”

“Either, I care not, for I feel distinctly overdressed as I look at the two of you.” There was almost a pout on her deep rosy lips.

“Then, I rip.” And he suited actions to his words. He was rewarded with two satisfied sighs.

Ivo noted Serena had let her dress pool at her feet and carefully refrained from looking at her closely until Arabella was in a similar state of undress.

“Now we look.” Satisfaction was evident in his tone. “Both of you stand on either side of me while we all face a mirror. Yes, like so. Perfect.” Their reflections, he thought, were magnificent. All naked, all standing proud and all very aroused. Both Bella and Serena had their hair behind them, so no part of their body visible in the mirror was hidden. To his delight, no hair marred the silky smoothness of each mound, allowing him to see their pink lips, darker clit, and the shadowy opening of their cunt. The entrance, he mused poetically, to heaven.

Time to move on.

“Ah, my dearest loves. Do you realize how arousing it is to feast my eyes on two such uncovered mounds? To see each soft fold as it hides and entices, hinting at all the secrets within? A gift beyond compare. Therefore, I beg your indulgence. Tonight, you do as I say. Tonight, I will be in charge. I will not hurt you or ask for anything you do not give willingly. However, I crave the indulgence of masterful pleasuring.”

“You said we are equal, Ivo,” Serena pointed out.

“And we are, my love, and we are. But in all things, some are more equal than others. One person has to take charge or nothing occurs. Tonight that person is me. If, and I pray it will be so, you both agree to our continuing relationship, I will have but one-third say in our activities. At this moment, I have the need to show you both how we can enjoy a ménage, something which is important to me. In truth, something which, without, my life is not complete.”

He waited as they looked at each other, then both turned to him. Two sets of lips, one on each of his cheeks, had him closing his eyes in sweet appreciation. Slowly, Serena moved a hand to cup his balls, and he felt Arabella fondle his arse and, for a fleeting moment, he thought, circle the rim of his anus, hinting of future pleasures.

“Show.” Both girls spoke at once. He raised an eyebrow.

“If you so please, Your Grace, we would like to be shown all we may choose to enjoy, if we so choose.” Once again, that finger circled as Arabella spoke, mischief in her eyes.

“As you wish.” Turning, albeit with reluctance, from that teasing digit, he lifted the parcel from the table, feeling them watch him as he did so. He was so aroused, so ready to plunge deeply into one sweet, juicy cunt while sucking the other one to fruition. Also to show how their presents would serve. He handed the parcel over. “Inside are two boxes, one each. The only difference is the color, or rather the shade.” Standing back, he watched as they eagerly unwrapped a box each and took out the contents.

“Oh, my goodness.” This from Serena as she took her present reverently in her hands. “Did you sit for it?” She held it against her cheek, the better to feel its smooth surface.

“Magnificent. Truly amazing. So lifelike. It must be of you, Ivo, surely.” Arabella stroked her present.

He inclined his head in agreement. “Now, my dears, shall I show you how to use them?”

Two faces turned to look at him, puzzlement showing on both.

“Use them?” Serena spoke. “Er, you can use them? They are not ornaments? I thought perhaps bookends?”

He laughed. “Oh, definitely not ornaments. You will use them. And adore them, as I will adore watching you. For I have only one cock, can only use it to fuck one of you at a time. Obviously, my tongue will always be willing and able to help the other one of you to cl—”

“Come,” Bella interrupted helpfully. “To come. Is that not what you say?” Her voice was all innocence, her smile was not. “For that is what we say.”

Serena’s chuckle joined hers, enjoying, he assumed, his obvious surprise and delight. “We had not supposed we would tell you, Ivo, but why keep it a secret? For you did you not decree we would have no secrets between us?”

“I did, and there will be none. Your presents, my loves, are from the Orient. From China. Indeed I did sit for the exact size and shape to be carved. So now when I am in one of you in the flesh, the other, if she so chooses, can be pleasured by me also. In jade. For your presents are dildos. Prized by all women in the Orient to keep their spirits up, give them satisfaction, and hold their memories of their husbands close when they are away. Besides stopping any need to stray, a boon for a far-distant partner so that he may have no fear of the latter. I look forward to seeing you use them.” He watched closely as they examined the smooth jade.

Serena held hers next to his cock. “Perfect.”

He bowed.

“Will you show us, Ivo? Use it in us?”

Gad, his girls were so hot, so ready to try what could occur. He knew he had to show them how his cock was even more pleasant, snug, warm, and moving inside them. Straightforward and innocently, at first; who knew what else would happen in the future?

“Later. First I need to touch those so-smooth mounds, rub my face against you, lick you both, and begin to show you how it can be. Pray, will you lie down on the bed, side by side, on your backs?” He observed as they did so, eyes eagerly on him, awaiting his next directive.

“Good. Now should it please you, show me how you like to be touched, how you fuck. By each other, if that is your wish.” As he watched, doing his damnedest to regulate his breathing, seemingly without communication they began to touch each other. Fingers slipped inside each welcoming pussy as clits were swirled and soothed. He needed to move, to take charge, now. While he still had his wits in check.

“Who will receive me first?” he demanded. “The other will receive my jade.”

Again that silent communication.

“I will,” Bella writhed in invitation. “We have decided I will be first in this, Ivo.” He moved her legs apart, his cock tantalizing her with a soft sweep over her silky smoothness. Beside her, Serena was watching intently.

“Your turn to open for me will come soon, Serry. First, watch as my cock seeks to fill Bella, to love her, to move deep into her cunt. To fuck her. Tell her, Bella; tell her how good it feels. Let Serry, your other lover, know how it feels to know she is watching, getting wet to see you so impaled. Beg her to cover your mouth with her cunt so you can lick her, and then perhaps show her how it feels to have something hard inside of you.”

He thrust hard into Bella, hearing her cry of, “Oh, yes! All of it, Ivo. Serry, all of it.”

Serena moved upwards, looked helplessly at Ivo.

“Which way?” she entreated. “Help me, Ivo, I need to come soon. Which way do I face?”

Had any man ever been asked something so sweet? Something designed to drive him further into a frenzy?

“Face me, rest gently over her so she can lick and suck you. Yes.” Serena turned somewhat awkwardly, and with his aid, placed her knees on either side of Arabella’s face. Bella’s pink tongue swept out and over her clit, eliciting a sensual groan.

“This is so different from when we pleasure without you, Ivo. I thrill at the thought of you hard and wanting as you watch our mounting desire.”

‘Twas not only his desire mounting. He imposed his rigid will on his ever-eager cock, to enable himself to impart all the knowledge his lovers needed to pleasure each other, while he steadily thrust and withdrew.

“Now touch Bella’s nipples as she plays with your cunt, so I can see you come.” Next time, he vowed, I will watch your sweet ass. Or fuck it. His fingers moved to Arabella’s clit as she began to taste Serena’s cunt with delicate laps. His thrusts became longer, harder, measured, as he filled Bella, knowing this time he would last for so short a period. Perhaps better for Bella and Serena. For Bella would not be excessively sore, and Serena would need not wait overly long for her turn. The idea of initiating Serena into their lovemaking had him picking up his pace.

He felt Bella begin to shudder as her climax rose and overwhelmed her. She did not take her mouth away from Serena, still tugging, kissing, and thrusting her tongue into her hidden depths.

He felt himself on the brink of climax. With one final thrust he withdrew to come all over her stomach. Bugger. He had been so wrapped up in the moment he had forgotten to do the gentlemanly thing and come into a cloth. To his amazement, neither girl seemed perturbed. He heard Serena’s shout of joy as she came in Bella’s mouth.

Gradually their breathing slowed. Bella looked down at her stomach with satisfaction.

“I feel by your show of appreciation”—she gestured to his semen covering her—”you are having enjoyment so far?” Her eyes were dancing, her lips wet with the dew of Serena’s release. He felt the day her lips were wet with the results of his release could not come soon enough. His cock, although spent, twitched in happy recognition of his thoughts.

Looking from one aroused face to the other, he laughed appreciatively. “As were you both?”

“Oh, yes.” Serena answered this time. “Even pleasured as I have been thus far, I look forward to my introduction into men, Your Grace. How long must I wait?”

“Man. Singular,” he corrected, glancing at his semierect cock. “Not too long. Merely long enough for a small demonstration with your dildos, perhaps?”

“For me, certainly.” Arabella spoke as she moved off the bed and went to the ewer to dampen a cloth and clean herself unselfconsciously. “I think Serry would prefer to experience you before she experiences your double.”

“Would you?”

Serena nodded. “I wish to have knowledge of the real thing before I enjoy the delights this toy can offer. For comparisons, you understand.” The look on her face was pure devilry. He could do nothing but laugh and press a kiss to her palm.

“Your wish is my command.”

Both girls sniggered.

Serena continued. “This time perchance, Ivo. We know you are not one to accede to the wishes of others unless they are what you want.”

He bowed his head to acknowledge the truth in her retort. “As you say, my love. However, I have a great belief that in most ways our wishes will correspond. They will mesh, as will our bodies. But I speak the truth, it is my command and ‘twill be my pleasure. Bella, you come here and lie next to her. Put your cunt near Serry’s mouth. Bring your dildo.” He watched as they arranged themselves, and his cock sprang into action. Damn, he was more than ready again. This time he remembered a cloth, spreading it over Serena’s stomach. She threw it aside angrily.

“Oh, no, you don’t, Your Grace. I want to feel you come all over me. Do not shortchange me in this.”

He inclined his head. Tonight, he may call the shots, but the pleasure was not for him alone. If him coming over them was their pleasure, certainly it would be his.

“Serena, wet Bella’s dildo by licking it. Yes, like that, imagine it is me you are licking, for that will surely happen soon.” He would be damned sure it would. Both girls would soon learn the erotic pleasure of licking and sucking his cock, watching it bloom and grow under their attentions. He was conscious of their gazes on him, waiting to hear what he was going to say next, and brought his mind back to the pleasure of the moment. “Help her put it gently between those soft lips surrounding her cunt. Like that, yes. Slowly. Good. Bella, say if it hurts.” Ivo watched, seeing no pain, enjoying the gleam of excitement in their eyes, the sharp, indrawn breaths, the murmured sighs.

“Oh, no, it feels good. Not as good as you, but good. To know it is Serry who is using it, well, that is doubly good. My pardon if that offends you, Ivo, but it is the truth.” Arabella was writhing, taking the dildo further inside her as Serena gently maneuvered it in and out of her welcoming pussy.

He could see the sweet nectar of Bella coating the silky-smooth jade and wondered if either girl would ever feel bold enough to use one in him? Time would tell, for now…

“It excites me,” he replied bluntly. “Seeing you fuck each other is a sight I cherish. Being three excites me even more. I hope soon you will both feel the same.” He stood at the foot of the bed, watching, his cock stiff and ready to join in the activities. “Well, Serry, if you can do so, as I fuck you, continue to help Bella move it in and out. Bella, if Serena’s attention is distracted, worry not, she is merely experiencing what you did earlier and had no spare attention for that moment.”

He heard both girls laugh, and then Serena drew a sharp breath as he probed her with a finger to see how slick, wet, and ready she was. Perfect. Moving onto the bed, he lifted her hips and slid in. His intentions to take a slow, steady pace were undone as Serena pushed into him.

“Ivo, fuck me now. Hard,” she commanded.

He complied. Her scream of satisfaction was his reward.

“Oh, so good. This is amazing. Now I know what you meant, Bella.” She began to ride with him, their movements hard and fast. Her climax was swift and all he could ever ask for. She stiffened, crying out loudly, clenched him hard inside her, and let go. He held on, in sexual agony, until she relaxed. He pulled out and gave her her request and came all over her. She fell gasping on top of all that sticky joy.

He could see Bella, still with her jade snug inside her, watching both of them.

“Well?” he asked when finally able to speak without gasping and was able to lift himself off and roll to one side. “Ladies, I apologize for my swift release in you both. My feelings overwhelmed me. I assure you, should you let me, we can fuck for a considerable time longer, in many different ways. However, do I pass your audition? Am I to be given the opportunity to introduce you to all manner of delights? Because you more than surpass my wildest hopes and dreams. There is so much more we have to give to each other. I, for one, will spend my life trying to please you both. Nonetheless, as I said, the choice must be yours, and I bow to your decree.”