Passion in the Regency -- Episode 2
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Galina felt herself to be in a panic, but it was a contained, private panic. She wasn’t running wildly, shouting and screaming and scaring the hell out of everyone. In fact, she was making a point of not drawing any attention to herself whatsoever.
But she was panicking. She had no doubt about that.
What had just happened to her—the climax that she had experienced–was a sensation more powerful than a typhoon. It had shaken her world like an earthquake.
And Edmund caused it with his mouth.
That particular awareness gave her a sense of wonder. She’d never even considered such a possibility before it was happening to her, and then what she hadn’t even fantasized about became something that was undeniable reality and it felt…supremely, incomprehensibly, magnificently, very scarily, unbelievably…fantastic.
Standing at the edge of the dance floor, with her heart still pounding in her chest, Galina looked for Harriet. She needed Harriet as she had never needed her before in her life. Harriet understood things, Galina realized. Her maid servant had experienced things that Galina suspected she herself never would, and so had a history, a knowledge of life, that Galina desperately needed to be told of.
Especially now. Especially when handsome princes had given her pleasure…and she had run away because she was frightened and confused and didn’t know what else to do but flee.
I shouldn’t have run away, she thought, knowing that it was too late to change anything about the decision she had made moments earlier…after she’d had her orgasm.
Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, Galina asked several women whether they’d seen Harriet.
One elderly matron, in a voice that reeked of upper-class self-righteousness, said, “Servants…if you want them to behave, you’ve got to take away their food. Let them go hungry for a couple days, and then you won’t have to search for them. They’ll be right there beside you when you need them. Trust me, my girl, I know what I’m talking about. Let them go hungry for a couple nights and they’ll learn their place is society.”
If this woman tripped in the street and got run over by a dozen carriages, the world would be a better place because of it, Galina thought. She tried to feel guilty for the thought, but she was only partially successful in her effort.
She said, “Yes, I’m sure you’re right.”
The woman seemed quite pleased that Galina had agreed and even complimented her, but she seemed disappointed when Galina turned and walked away before the woman could dispense even more of her wise, worldly wisdom.
Galina searched the crowd for Harriet. Several people—some friends and some who wanted to be friends or suitors—tried to stop her, but Galina would not be waylaid. She needed Harriet’s council, the woman’s good and true judgment, and she needed it now.
Galina decided that she really wanted a glass of champagne, though she knew that she couldn’t have one with other people—as in people watching other than Harriet—and it was just one more thing that made her frustrated to the point of being outright angry.
But I’m not frustrated, she thought, and a small, knowing smile curled her very kissable lips. No, I’m satisfied. Satisfied like I’ve never been in my life. And all because two handsome princes want me.
The reality of it made her shiver for a moment, and she felt herself to be a truly lucky debutante.
Where does Harriet go when she has to think? Galina asked herself. Where does she go when she wants to be all by herself?
The question didn’t remain unanswered long in Galina’s brain. She knew exactly where Harriet liked to go when she wanted to be alone and contemplate.
Galina looked around, made sure that nobody was paying too much attention to what she was doing, then silently walked through the double doors that led to the back lawn, the pond…and the gazebo.
Galina had to resist the urge to run. Running was undignified under any circumstance, she knew, but most especially when one was extraordinarily well-endowed and wearing an Empire-fashion ball gown that held and concealed her breasts properly and with decency—but barely. Just barely. The elegant trim of her bodice very nearly skimmed the upper curvature of her areolas.
The night air was warm and fragrant. As Galina walked, she came to the conclusion that she should probably spend more time in the back lawn—especially at night. She decided she needed more time alone to make sense of the chaotic things that were happening in her life.
There was very little moonlight illuminating the grounds, but Galina saw movement in the gazebo though she couldn’t tell exactly what that foretold.
Her stride faltered. She could tell, very faintly, that there was more than one person in the gazebo. The decent thing, the honorable thing, would be to stop, turn on her heel, and walk back into her house.
But Galina was a girl who very seldom did what her better judgment told her to do.
In fact, she almost never listened to her better judgment at all.
And then she heard a sound, and it stopped her dead in her tracks. She couldn’t recognize the sound, though she knew it was human.
She heard the sound again. Concentrating this time on it, and she recognized the sound of a man’s passion. What she had heard was a man either moaning or groaning, but whichever it was, this was a man who was feeling pleasure.
A good girl, Galina knew, would run back into the house.
I’m not a good girl.
Hardly breathing, making sure that she made no sound at all, Galina approached the gazebo with the stealthy footsteps of a thief, her kidskin slippers soundless on the lush, green grass.
It was very dark, but Galina could see that there weren’t two people on the gazebo, but three. One woman and two men. The woman was between the men, and she was on her knees. The men were standing.
Every instinct in Galina told her that she should run away. This wasn’t something that she was supposed to see.
There was noth ing—nothing at all—in Galina that wanted to run away. Her eyes were wide open.
She was a young woman hungry for new experiences.
And she was about to get one.
Is that…? Oh, God, that’s Harriet on her knees!
The awareness almost—almost, but not quite—caused Galina to gasp. She immediately thanked her lucky stars because the last thing in the world she needed was to be discovered spying on her best friend as she engaged in a menage a trois.
Galina inched forward, remaining silent, breathing as slowly through her mouth as she could. She was within twenty feet of the gazebo when she stopped her advance.
What she saw her maid doing nearly took her breath away.
Harriet was on her knees, and she had Hugh’s and Cecil’s cocks in her hands. Their breeches were unbuttoned completely, their flies opened wide, though they still had their suspenders on to keep their breeches up. Their cocks were large, Galina noted, though she really only had one erection to compared them to—and that was the pathetic jackass who had taken her virginity and then told all the ton about it.
Galina watched as Harriet kissed the bulbous crown of Hugh’s cock, and then pushed her lips over it, taking it into her mouth. He groaned his approval, and she moaned hers.
She likes having his man-thing in her mouth, Galina thought, though she wasn’t at all certain what her opinion of that should be.
Harriet bobbed back and forth several times, and then released Hugh from her oral embrace. She turned her attention to Cecil. She sucked him deeply into her mouth, Galina saw, and when she had taken as much as she could, she rotated her face around the flesh as she squeezed the low-hanging testicles he had between his thighs. When she did this, the man made a sound deep in his throat, and Galina realized that he really liked what she was doing to him.
That gives him pleasure, she thought. That’s what Alex and Edmund will want me to do to them.
The thought came to Galina lucidly, rationally, and once it did, she gave herself some time to dwell on it.
I can learn to do that, she thought. I can get down on my knees and suck them. After a moment, she smiled and felt both brave and confident. I can do that for them! A shiver went through Galina. My God, she’s trying to give satisfaction to two men at the same time. How much confidence does it take to even try to do that?
Galina was utterly in awe that a woman would set out on such an arduous adventure.
Then she watched as Harriet took her lover’s cock out of her mouth, tilted her head back on her shoulders to look up at the men. She emptied her mouth and asked, “Which one of you is going to fuck me first?”
* * * *
I can’t believe I just said that.
But she had just said that, and Harriet was pleased that she had, because it meant that she was taking control of her own sexuality, she was deciding what she would do, and with whom.
It was Hugh—and Harriet wasn’t at all surprised by this—who reached down, grabbed her by the biceps, and then hauled her bodily to her feet. The instant Harriet was standing, Hugh bent low to kiss her on the mouth—it was a bruising, dominating kiss—and then took her by the shoulders and turned her around so that her back was to him. He did it with such strength that Harriet nearly lost her balance.
But, of course, she wouldn’t fall. In fact, she couldn’t fall. Four strong hands were holding her, moving her whether or not she wanted them to. In just a matter of seconds—literally—she was bent sharply at the waist, with Cecil holding her shoulders tightly for support and stability, as Hugh pulled up the skirt of her gown to expose the pale, rounded cheeks of her ass.
“Good God,” Hugh said, his voice drifting across the darkness of the night, “that’s a magnificent arse!”
Harriet felt as though she should reply to such a flattering compliment, but before she could think of what to say, Cecil was rubbing the head of his cock against her face, and trying with a great sense of urgency to get his erection inside her mouth.
As Hugh slid the crown of his erection up and down over the slick, lubricated lips of Harriet’s sex, Cecil achieved his goal, plowing his cock to the back of Harriet’s mouth until she sputtered and nearly gagged.
She held desperately onto Cecil’s hips. It was the only way she could possibly slow down his forceful thrusts which threatened to choke her.
“Tight,” she heard Hugh say after he’d driven nearly the full length of his cock into her. “Really goddamned tight.” He retreated, then thrust again. He groaned, pressing his pelvis tightly against the firm cheeks of Harriet’s ass, and said, “I knew she’d be like this. I knew from the first time I looked at her that she’d be this bloody sexy.”
Harriet would have taken more time to revel in the sensual compliment that she’d been given, but Cecil was not slowing the fierce face-fucking that he was giving her. When he thrust at her mouth the next time, she turned her face aside, and the throbbing crown of his cock slid against her molars instead of pounding against the back of her mouth.
“Ouch!” Cecil exclaimed, withdrawing immediately, leaving only the tip of his cockhead between her lips. He waited several seconds, stroked Harriet’s back as she remained bent over, and whispered, “Sorry. I’ll be more careful in the future.”
I’ve picked the right men. These are men who won‘t get carried away.
To let Cecil know that she had heard him, and understood him completely, Harriet drew a particularly strong suction on him the next time he filled her mouth with his erection.
* * * *
Galina wasn’t even aware of it at first. She was watching as Harriet, standing in the gazebo but bent at the waist, was taking Cecil and Hugh into her body—both at the same time. But then, as though her hands belonged to someone else, Galina discovered that she was pulling up the hem of her gown with her left hand, and with her right she was caressing her breasts through her decolletage and chemise.
Galina moaned. It was a very soft sound and did not draw the attention of the three nearby people. At that moment, they were thoroughly focused on what they were doing. The men, anyway, were certainly determined to thrust their cocks into Harriet as hard and fast and deeply as they possibly could.
At least that’s the way it looked to Galina, who was watching their activities wide-eyed and virtually without blinking.
She used her wrist to raise her hem higher. First she just pulled up her skirt, but then she used her wrist because she needed the pads of her fingers to caress the insides of her thighs, initially through her silk stockings, and then her naked flesh.
I’m so wet, Galina thought. She wasn’t dribbling down her thighs, but she was getting so excited she was close to it. What she was watching was simply too erotic for her to not respond powerfully and with every feminine instinct in her body.
She watched as Cecil’s cock moved back and forth between Harriet’s lips. Then she turned her attention to Harriet, and what she saw was a clear indication that she loved—not liked, tolerated, or found faintly pleasant, but absolutely loved—having the man’s cock in her mouth seesawing between her lips.
And judging from the expression on Cecil’s face, his emotions were completely in accord with Harriet’s.
What must it be like to have two gorgeous men want a woman so completely?
The idea caused Galina to think for a moment, but then she watched as Hugh raised his hand and spanked Harriet hard on the ass, and introspection became a thing of the past.
She heard as Harriet made a sound in her throat, reacting to being spanked—but with a cock deep in her mouth, there wasn’t anything she could say.
Galina touched the lips of her cunt, and the only surprise she had was how wet she was. Even though she had, very recently, enjoyed the fiercest, most wrenching climax of her life she could feel her passion reawakening, her young body once again warming, becoming aroused and hungry for desire.
With the pad of her middle finger, she touched her clitoris. It was a very light touch to begin with, but even the mildest of contact caused an incredible surge of pleasure to go through her.
As her finger began to slowly move in a circle against her clitoris, she watched with unblinking eyes as Cecil pumped his hips, fucking his cock in and out of Harriet’s mouth in a manner that was anything but gentle.
And behind the woman, Hugh was holding her by the hips to keep her steady as he churned his hips, filling her time and time again with a cock that was long, hard, thick, and impressive in any measure any woman could put it to.
Simply caressing her clit was no longer good enough for Galina. She brought her other hand to the juncture of her thighs, and with it, she slipped a single finger between her cuntlips.
The pleasure she created was intense, and she could feel another climax beginning to come to life within her, like the early embers of a campfire that would soon, inevitably, become a roaring fire that burned so brightly and with such intense heat that it was all-consuming.
It took only a matter of seconds before one finger sliding back and forth between the lips of her pussy wasn’t good enough. No…she needed more.
A moment later it was her second and third fingers which were moving slowly and erotically back and forth between her labia while the middle two fingers of her other hand were caressing her clitoris in a circular motion and with varying degrees of pressure.
Her eyes were open wide, her gaze darting back and forth between the cock that was seesawing back and forth between Harriet’s lips, and the hard cock that was driving into her pussy.
It was a disorienting thought for Galina. Her experience in sensual matters was, at most, quite limited. And with but a single exception earlier in the evening, entirely disappointing.
She watched as her friend pushed herself backward to impale herself on Galina’s cock. It was not, Galina understood, and unconscious act. Harriet wanted his cock inside her, and she wanted it as deeply as she could get it.
Oh…oh, no…I’m going to come.
Galina knew exactly what to do. She thrust her middle two fingers as deeply into her cunt as she could, then she curled them so that the tips of her fingers were against the slick, astonishingly sensitive front wall of her pussy. And as she did this, she rubbed her clit with the middle two fingertips of her other hand—and did it with force. She knew what she liked.
Her eyes were open, and she was staring at Harriet’s bottom as she was getting pounded furiously by Hugh as he fucked her with every ounce of energy and strength that he possessed.
And then Galina came.
Hard. Convulsively hard.
Though she didn’t make so much as a sound, she dropped to her knees in the grass, her hands a blur of movement, one wickedly caressing her clit, the other playing magic with that special spot on the front of her pussy’s wall where she was simply sooo sensitive.
And she managed to do it all without making so much as a squeak.
* * * *
Will I die if I come again?
It was the first time that Harriet had ever had that thought. She hoped with all her heart and soul that it wouldn’t be the last time she asked herself that question.
Some questions were more fun to dwell on than others.
She could feel that her legs were about to give out. She’d had too many climaxes while standing, and though she was a woman in great physical condition, after a certain number of orgasms, her muscles just seemed to turn to jelly.
Harriet could hardly breathe.
And that’s when she saw Galina.
Harriet started to scream.