“I have heard that you have had a considerable amount to drink, and are at risk of injuring yourself. Is there anything I might do to insure your continued safety?” Her voice was light, almost mocking.
“In truth,” Owen responded cheerfully, “I fear that if you do not soon remove your gown, I will suffer some great ill.”
Leaving her mask in place, Lise began slowly to remove her clothing. She stood close to Owen and enjoyed the feel of his hands caressing her as she undressed.
Colin was refilling his wine cup and watched with interest. Lise, ever observant, saw that his gaze, while lingering often on her breasts, was more often drawn to her hips. She recalled the avidity of his hands on Fiona’s behind. Testing her observation, she leaned forward to kiss Owen, but did it so that her back was to Colin. Confirming her hunch, he was behind her in an instant, squeezing her exposed buttocks in his hard hands, running his palms down her legs.
“The legs of a horse woman I think,” he said, “And the bottom also.” She straightened up and felt his hardening cock against her back. So soon? Her Margarete would have no peace it seemed.
He squeezed her and she wriggled herself closer to him.
“Owen my brother,” he said “I’ll wager you a gold coin, delivered between the breasts of this lovely player, that you can’t tell her bottom from Maggie’s. Come here Maggie, take your clothes off, that’s a good girl. Maggie and our masked lady are alike in body are they not?”
Maggie, a curvaceous, pale-haired woman, came from where she was brushing Fiona’s hair on the bed. Obediently, she removed her clothing. Colin beckoned to Fiona. When she came to him, he sat beside Owen on the bench and urged her to her knees before him. Wordlessly, he lifted his partly erect member and pushed her head toward it.
Both being sucked, the men closed their eyes while Lise and Maggie spun around to confuse their observers, then knelt, presenting their behinds. Owen and Colin gazed silently for a time, relishing the skillful tongues that played with their cocks.
“Ah there could be no finer vista on heaven and earth,” said Colin contentedly.
“To be sure,” Owen agreed lazily, “But the light’s too dim and they’ve got their legs to close together. Wider apart, yes like that.” Owen reached down to fondle the tiny breast of his petite companion as she took him entirely into her mouth. He moaned and leaned forward.
“There,” he said with satisfaction, “I see Maggie’s pale hair between her thighs.”
“Ah Maggie!” Colin exclaimed, “You’ve lost me a gold piece, no, don’t move lass.” He put Fiona aside and got on his knees behind Maggie.
“Ready for me sweet?” He pushed a finger up between her legs, finding moisture.
“Aye you’re a good girl.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his shaft and she let out a sigh. Lise moved to get up, but he clamped a hard hand on her leg. “Stay,” he commanded. She resumed her position and he squeezed her thigh and buttock. He moved his hand between her legs and probed her as he had Maggie.
It had been too long since she had been with a man, and her juices were flowing freely. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her to the same rhythm as his fucking, a slow, powerful movement. She rocked back onto his fingers, longing for something bigger.
She looked over her shoulder. Owen had one hand on the black haired woman’s breast, the other on her head, urging her to take him deeper into her mouth. He was moving his hips in steady pumping motions and Lise could see that he was about to flood the woman’s mouth with his pleasure. The fingers were withdrawn from her and Colin stood up. He was still sporting a prodigious erection, so Lise concluded hopefully that he had not spent inside Maggie.
Colin held out a hand each to Maggie and Lise.
“Come,” he said, “We must refresh ourselves.”
He snatched a flagon of wine and urged Lise and Maggie onto the big bed. After they had all drunk, he pushed Lise onto her back. Drop by careful drop, he trickled wine onto her breasts, then licked the drops eagerly with his strong tongue. Then, wine abandoned, he was sucking firmly on her nipple.
“You wenches would wear a man out,” he said at last. Rolling onto his back, he grasped Lise around her waist and pulled her on top of him.
“”Now my masked lady of the luscious behind, show me whether you truly are an accomplished rider.”
Eagerly, she positioned his hard cock and slid slowly onto it with a gasp of pleasure. When she was half way down, he grasped her hips and thrust fully inside her. She moved quickly up and down while he helped her from underneath and squeezed her bottom. When his hands moved to her breasts, she began to grind her pelvis against him with the rhythm that she knew would send her over the edge into bliss. Well versed in the ways of women, he urged her on, pushing hard against her, brushing his hands across her hard nipples. She moved faster and faster until paroxysms overcame her and she cried out and her whole body quivered.
To her surprise, he did not cum inside her either. Instead, he rolled her off of him and looked around. When he saw the petite woman who had been pleasing his friend, he beckoned to her. When she came to him, he pulled her onto the bed and pushed her onto her hands and knees.
He goes back to that position again and again, Lise reflected as she lay quiet, basking in the afterglow of pleasure. Colin was moving in and out of the small woman’s whole with fast, urgent thrusts which brought him quickly to release.
Owen had sat down on the bed and was positioned between Maggie’s legs, using his hands to spread and explore the woman’s vulva. Lise knew from his involuntary cry earlier that he had left the same fluid in the petite woman’s mouth that his friend was now leaving between her legs.
Owen’s hands were unhurried and gentle. Watching Maggie rotate her hips in response, Lise felt her own excitement rising again. Moving to lie closer to Owen, she rested her head on his thigh and took his flaccid organ into her mouth. As she teased him into ardor with her tongue, she listened to Lord Colin as he spoke of his coming marriage to the black-haired woman now curled against his chest.
“Unlike you, lively lass, my bride was raised by the Catholic sisters. She’s French and high-born what’s more. I fear the nights of passion in this chamber will soon be at an end. No doubt, she will be timid and meek, shy and constrained. Most likely, we’ll couple only in darkness, and only after a recitation of the rosary.”
“Perhaps she’ll learn to know fulfillment by your own crucifix Lord,” the woman replied playfully grabbing his penis.
“Ah you irreverent wench!” he laughed heartily. “Unlikely, and I’ll wager she’ll not have your love of a bawdy jest either. On the subject of wagers,”
He rose and retrieved a gold coin, laying a hand on Lise’s shoulder. “Attend me,” he commanded.
She rose and stood before him. He placed the coin between her breasts and lifted her hands to press them together.
“Pray deliver this to Master Owen as I promised.”
Holding her breasts in her hands, she knelt on the bed before the Welshman.
“A delivery for you sire.”
He reached out, grasping her breasts in his hands, squeezing them, letting the coin fall to the coverlet. He urged her to lie on her back and followed her, fondling and kissing her full breasts. His touch was very much to her taste and she parted her legs, encouraging him to enter her.
As he did so, she raised her legs and rapped them around his body, urging him on. She felt freer than at any other time that evening to abandon herself to the moment. She had carried off the deception, had learned valuable information for her mistress, she would be paid.
She clasped herself more tightly to him, moving with him, feeling her second release rising in her. Her eagerness seemed to please him and he gave her what she yearned for, a rough, wild, frenzied coupling. She cried out as climax overtook her, sending him over the edge also.
Reveling in her own post coital glow, she reflected on what she had to tell her mistress. She had matched her companions drink for drink and, like them, she began to doze. She should not remain here long she thought drowsily. Pleasant though it had been so far, she could not risk being seen without her mask. As Margarete’s favored attendant, she would be returning here in a few days’ time as part of the bride’s household. It was essential that she not be recognized or her arrant discovered.
Safety, silver, pleasure and knowledge she thought with satisfaction, a successful endeavor indeed.
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