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After indulging in a legitimate ride on her gentle mare, soaking in the beautiful day rushing over open fields, Thea finally made her way back to the Hall a couple hours later.
She dropped her hat and gloves on a chair and walked to her mirror. Lord! She looked like a dairymaid who'd just rolled in the hay. No wonder everyone she'd passed since her return from the stables had eyed her and grinned.
Plucking grass and leaves from her disheveled hair, Thea smiled. She would love nothing more than to make love to Jordan in the great outdoors.
Lucy bounded in with, "Oh, milady, you are a mess. Enjoy your romp?"
"Lucy--don't tease." Thea still couldn't come to terms with the blatant encouragement of sexual trysts, commonplace at Ingram Hall, and the strict moral codes that forbade such things in the society that existed beyond the Hall grounds.
No wonder everyone was always so happy here.
"Well, never you mind," Lucy continued, unbuttoning the back of Thea's riding habit. "It's time I prepare you for this afternoon's entertainment."
Thea could only imagine. "What, pray tell, would that be?"
"Oh, 'tis a secret. You must wait and find out." Lucy took over the job of untangling Thea's hair. "But I will tell you Friday is our favorite day of the week." The young woman squeezed Thea's shoulders and giggled.
"Our favorite day?"
"Everyone at the hall will participate, going all out to get ready. It will take us an extra half hour as it is, you with the grass in your hair." Lucy tugged playfully on a frizzled knot.
"Well, by all means, let's begin, miss Lucy."
Thea's good humor faded a bit as Lucy brushed out her hair. Her escapades had kept her so busy she hadn't had time to brood over her imminent departure from the Hall.
Tomorrow, Jordan would come for her.
Thea shivered. The week had flown by and now that she would see her lover again, she was nervous, afraid he had changed his mind. What if he didn't come? Their passion had been so explosive, yet what did they really know of one another?
She still felt fairly certain Jordan would see to her welfare, and Tess's. But after a week at Ingram Hall, Thea wanted everything--a lifetime loving Jordan Dunn, the marquis of Ashton.
Lucy helped get her mind off Jordan.
"First we must bathe you, m'lady."
Oh, yes, the obligatory bath. "Today I find I am in dire need of one, Lucy."
"This bath will be special. You are to let me take care of you." Lucy helped Thea take everything off but her chemise.
The maid folded the dirt-stained clothing and set them aside. Thea watched and waited. "Whatever you want, Lucy. I would love nothing better than being pampered." Rejuvenating Thomas's male ego had been a hard, albeit pleasurable, morning's work.
Pushing through the door came Thea's two favorite brawny footmen,
John and Colin, lugging an unusually big tub. They added heated water from the fire until the tub was almost full. Then they surprised her. "I'll be looking for you later, Miss Thea," John said before
stooping to kiss her. His hot tongue plundered her mouth, catching her off guard and carrying her away on a wave of intense
pleasure. He pulled away too soon, leaving her breathless. Colin was not to be outdone. "You'll have no thoughts of John if
I get to you first." His kiss was gentler, a slow savoring of her mouth with his lips. When he pulled away Thea was
more than a little frustrated. Then they were gone and Thea pressed her fingers to her tingling lips trying
to figure out what had just happened. Her mind didn't understand their cryptic innuendoes, but her body certainly did.
Cream oozed from her slippery furrow and coated her inner thighs. God, whatever was going to happen she was already primed. Lucy, remaining silent through all this, poured three scented oils into the
hot tub. When the water swirled with steaming exotic fragrance, she motioned for Thea. The young woman's touch was gentle, her manner playful, as she pulled Thea's shift over her head. Thea stood naked,
wondering at the mystery of it all. Lucy started removing her own clothing. "You will bathe with me." Thea watched Lucy slide the fabric of her dress down, baring her small high breasts . . .
smooth, taut stomach . . . then her nest of curls crowning shapely thighs. "Did John and Colin leave you wanting more, Thea?" Thea nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. "Let me continue what they started, then . . ." She did not wait for Thea's reply. Lucy put her arms around Thea's waist
and pulled her close, breast to breast, their pubic curls rubbing together. Thea shifted, felt the strange exciting friction. Lucy rocked her hips suggestively, her breath coming in soft, quick pants.
"You are very lovely, Miss Thea." Thea grabbed Lucy's slim, naked back and pressed herself closer still. She had
never stood toe to toe with a woman before, not like this. Then Lucy kissed her, softly exploring her lips while smoothing her hands over
Thea's skin. Thea tried to take in what was happening to her, to absorb the feel of a woman's mouth--not so different
from a man's, just smaller, more delicate in taste and texture. When Lucy lowered her head and licked Thea's nipple, Thea moaned, shocked at
her response to the young woman. She had no intention of stopping her. Lucy broke away, leaving Thea dazed and wanting more, and stepped into the tub.
Mesmerized by the curve of Lucy's back and flair of narrow hips, Thea understood she would be experiencing something new. Lucy leaned back at one end of the bathtub and spread her legs wantonly until her
raised knees rested against the sides. "Now you," she said, daring Thea to experiment. Thea's cunt throbbed and dripped. She was being seduced. By a woman. "Yes." Thea stepped into the tub, noticing the way Lucy's eyes
followed her movements. Thea looked down at herself to see what Lucy eagerly devoured--full, swaying breasts, hard rosy nipples,
and her clitoris protruding pink and swollen from damp curls. Thea dropped into the water, inhaling the sweet aroma that hung in the humid
air around her, and let her instincts be her guide. She spread her legs as Lucy had done, felt the hot water lap against her
aching slit, and rested back against the tub. "You must not be inhibited, Thea. You must let yourself go. We will take
and give--now and later." Thea remembered Lucy's earlier comment that everyone in the Hall would
participate. She couldn't wait to find out how. With a splash of water, Lucy sat forward on her knees. "I will wash you."
Using lavender soap, she rubbed Thea down, sliding her hands over Thea's flushed skin, pressing her fingers around her puckered
nipples and down the insides of her spread legs, feathering her pubic hair. "More--I want more, Lucy." Thea closed her eyes. It felt forbidden,
strange, very good. Thea squirmed for more. Nothing else mattered. "So do I." Thea opened her eyes as Lucy rose out of the water like a
magnificent water nymph and balanced on her knees, body erect and dripping water. "Take what you want." Thea gave into her curiosity and desire. She bracketed Lucy's waist with her
hands and sucked in one the maid's dusky nipples deeply into her mouth. It was hard, taut, the dark disc surrounding it
soft as satin. Thea rolled Lucy's nipple with her tongue, understanding what men wanted when they suckled her. Lucy threw back her head and growled, "Yes, yes . . ." Thea licked the other nipple and dipped her fingers into Lucy's swollen,
slick furrow . . . sampling . . . learning what a woman felt like. They both gave way to their body' demands, stroking pliant limbs and breasts,
probing sensitive flesh, kissing and licking until they were breathless and highly aroused. Lucy pushed Thea back into the water and parted her thighs. "Are you ready to
come?" She dunked her head below the surface, her hands firmly pressing Thea's legs wide,
and nibbled and licked her way down Thea's thighs underwater until she nuzzled and nipped at her throbbing cunt. All Thea could think in her frenzied state was that she wanted her clit licked.
"Lucy, God!" She thrust her pussy against Lucy's mouth, hoping to ease the torment. Lucy bit and licked every sensitive fold, but ignored the hardened bud,
driving Thea insane. Then, with a gushing splash of water, Lucy broke the surface, gasping and laughing. "Not yet,
Thea, not yet." "Don't do this to me!" Thea cried. "I can't bear it." "We won't have to wait much longer. I'm about to come
undone myself." Colin and John appeared, gloriously nude, sporting lusty erections and grins to match.
"Are you two lovelies ready for some cock, or do you fancy pussy instead?" Colin teased. "Either way, the sight of you
together in that bath has given my prick reason to live." "You know the rules, Colin. Help us get ready." Lucy held out her hand
and John and Colin lifted them bodily out of the tub. John held Thea high against his chest, and his rock-hard penis prodded her bottom
until Thea thought she would explode. "Can't we just start here? Must we wait!" John laughed. "Easy girl. It will be worth the wait, I promise you. If it
wasn't, I'd have you beneath me on the floor already." Thea and Lucy stood wriggling, panting, and horny while the two men oiled down their
damp bodies and toweled dry their hair. Lucy got the same preferential treatment as Thea, making Thea wonder what it was all about. "Is this some sort of ladies' preferential?" she asked. "Oh, aye, you might say that." John winked at Colin and they both laughed.
"But with all the jutting cocks about the place, Miss Rose would have mutiny on her hands if we men didn't get ours." "So everyone is . . . is?--" "Up to the same thing as we? Yes, ma'am." John eyed Colin again
and grinned. "It's time boys," Lucy interjected. "We await escort." Again, Thea was hoisted up in John's strong arms and carried naked out into the
dimly lit hallway, thoroughly intrigued by what was to come. She was way past embarrassment at this point, too keyed up to care. It was all so carnal,
so outrageous for them to be walking through the Hall, oiled skin and genitals bared for anyone to see. Thea would have laughed if
she hadn't been on the verge of glorious pain. But when they joined groups of other equally aroused men carrying armfuls of squirming
women, Thea got so hot for release she climaxed in John's arms, writhing and moaning. This set off a series of females answering the call, all in heat for more. The men
looked ready to explode. What greeted Thea's eyes when they all entered a darkened den of decadence, was
a site unmatched in her experience. Thousands of lighted tapers glowed on pedestals lining the periphery of the large room.
Every single surface in sight was bedecked in scarlet and pink satins and velvets. Candlelight glowed in rose-colored shadows,
offering a lush, provocative fantasy for the senses. Beautiful music filtered through the air, adding an alluring surreal effect. The familiar aroma of incense wafted in spirals from smoking crocks placed on a
table in the center of the room. And surrounding the table of incense was a continuous circular cushioned couch of
sorts, with no sides, and at least thirty feet in diameter--like a ring of pink satin clouds. Thea knew she was in a dream. Nothing like this could be real. The air crackled with sexual tension. Heat radiated off sixty or more naked,
pulsing bodies--the guests and staff joining for one grand finale. As if on cue, the men moved in position around the outer edge of the sweeping curved
sofa and placed each lady down on its satin softness. A crescendo of Mozart infused the room with a crashing tempo to match their lust.
The melodic strains pitched high and low, throwing Thea into a frantic dance. She had no idea what to expect, spreading her legs to
touch herself, knowing she could not wait any longer. Then the music came to an abrupt halt. The lilting tones of Miss Rose's voice
filled the hushed room. "Gentlemen, you have done well and will be rewarded." All the men stepped back and formed a solid wall of raw masculine heat around the reclining women, erections thrust forward, stroking themselves to get ready Their carnal grunts and animal arousal was palpable. Thea frantically rubbed her clit
and came in waves of release, not caring, just dying for any one of them to fuck her before she went mad with lust. "Ladies, surely you remember making daisy chains as young girls at play?"
Miss Rose spoke again. What on earth did that have to do--? . . . Realization of what was to happen struck
Thea like a hot brand. She licked her lips, eager to have a go at it. "Tonight we will take that delightful pastime one step further," their
hostess continued in her silky voice. "Your oiled, scented bodies will make up a chain of another type of flower--flowers as
unique and fragrant as each woman herself." Thea turned her head and saw Lucy sprawled, open-legged on the couch behind her,
then Thea lifted up to see who lay on her other side. A beautiful woman with auburn hair and large, ripe breasts--known to Thea
as Gizelle--fondled herself frantically the way Thea was doing. "The ladies will make their flowers blossom and drip with dew. The men will
then pluck the flower of their choice and take the nectar." The picture Miss Rose painted was more arousing than anything Thea could have dreamed
possible. The music started again in a burst of vibrating sound and the women shifted on the couch, too eager for pleasure to care
about form. Lucy was well-versed in this particular language and led the way. Thea was already
on her back. Lucy maneuvered her body until she knelt over Thea's face, legs straddling Thea's shoulders, facing away. Before Thea could adjust to seeing a wet, gaping cunt hovering over her face, Gizelle
grabbed Thea's thighs and spread them wide. Her tongue made contact with Thea's throbbing slit and sent her moaning over
the edge. She bucked against Gizelle's mouth, craving the wet friction of Gizelle
tonguing her clitoris. God, a woman was eating her! Lucy squirmed above Thea and pressed her steaming pussy down onto Thea's
open mouth. She had never tasted a woman in her life. Her tongue probed, slipping and sliding
between every perfumed scented fold and crevice, laving her crisp, curled pubic hair, circling Lucy's clit until the little
maid was bucking as wildly as Thea. Wet tongues licking wet cunts, grinding against wet mouths . . . Thea's strain
of consciousness had narrowed into two points of pleasure--her sucking mouth and creaming pussy. Thea grabbed onto to Lucy's hips and held on for dear life. She could hear the
men in rut, sucking in air and growling for more, could hear fisted attacks on straining, engorged cocks. The men urged the women on, moving closer, panting and raving like animals. Thea
tried to look at them, licked down Lucy's leg to see around the maid's thigh. Colin and John were only feet away,
chomping at the bit, crazed lust blazing in their eyes as they watched the ring of naked women lick each other into a frenzy. Gizelle mouthed Thea's clit relentlessly, propelling Thea into one arched
climax after another, screaming out her pleasure. Lucy was not far behind. Thea caught her breath and gave Lucy's juicy cunt another tongue bath, laving her swollen clit
until Lucy cried out, coating Thea's mouth and cheeks with her cream. "Enough!" Had that been John or Colin? The men took them, one by one, seizing the women they wanted. Lucy and Gizelle
were pulled roughly from Thea and John mounted her and thrust deeply before Thea could even wipe Lucy's juices from her face. John had gotten to her first, but Colin was ravishing Lucy, equally determined.
No losers at Miss Rose's. The large circular couch transformed into a living, writhing whirl of rutting s
ex-crazed animals, everyone lost in a sea of fucking, tasting, licking, screaming. The smell of sex mingled heavily with the incense in the air. Labored breathing
and the sound of wet bodies slapping and sliding together echoed around Thea. She closed her eyes as John licked Lucy's cream from her face and dipped his tongue
in her mouth to match the rhythm of his thrusting cock. One after one the men came, straining and grunting, some sucking nipples deeply
into their mouths, some impaling their wanton, oozing women from behind. Feminine cries of ecstasy drowned out Mozart. "John, fuck me! Fill me with cock!" Thea shook with release, wave after wave of
orgasm crashing down around her until she was senseless. "Jesus Christ!" John ground out, going in for one final thrust, then withdrawing,
shooting his scalding cum all over Thea's breasts and drenched muff. Then he collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap. The wildness of the orgy gradually tapered to a soft hum of rustling bodies and
whispered endearments as everyone huddled with their partners in the aftermath of excessive carnality. After a few moments, Thea opened her eyes and smiled at her partner, languidly
stretching, impossibly wanting more of him. Basins of water and fresh towels were brought in, along with rolling carts laden
with delicacies to tempt their stomachs. Miss Rose had thought of everything. The afternoon's enjoyments were not over yet. "M'lady, if you'll allow me?" John stood up and gave her a mock bow. Then he dipped
a cloth in warm water and began gently cleansing her body of sexual excess. "Watching women together is enough to send any warm-blooded male into quite a
state. You are more woman than any man could hope for." Thea was aroused further by his sincere compliments. "Why, John, I doubt any man in
the room could have eased my need as magnificently as you." She eyed his darkened, growing erection that jutted from a mass of
springy dark pubic hair--hair that still glistened with her dewy wetness He moved her arms over her head and made her lie spread-eagle on the couch while
he carefully washed her body. It was heaven. All the women were getting the same male attention. When John was satisfied that she was clean, he rinsed himself off, and Thea had
the urge to gobble him up--muscular chest, tight buttocks, erect penis, and all. "Dinner is served," Miss Rose said, appearing again in the doorway. Thea noted her
hostess looked a bit flushed and disheveled herself and was glad she had a lover of her own. Thea would lay money on Giorgio, the Italian, Adonis-like head chef she'd seen touching
Miss Rose on occasion in a more than friendly manner. He had to be at least ten years younger than the mistress of the Hall!
Good for her! Thea started to sit up to figure out where they were eating, when John pushed her
back down. "No, no, m'lady. You are the table on which this banquet will be served." She swallowed and smiled up at him. "Oh, my, I can hardly wait." All the women reclined, arms over their heads, legs dangling off the side. Thea could
hardly stand the strain of keeping still. Her eyes widened when John put a dollop of heavy cream on each nipple. Her mind flew
back to Dominic and his mastery with food in the kitchen, one of her first lessons at Ingram Hall. "I love a good champagne," John said, popping the cork on an extremely large bottle.
He filled her naval with cool, bubbling liquid that set Thea's nerve endings sizzling with energy. "God, Thea, I could eat from you all day." He slurped and licked the champagne off her
stomach, probing her naval with his warm tongue. Then he held the bottle high over her mouth, pouring it for her to take her fill.
Thea swallowed eagerly. The sparkling liquid soothed her parched throat and tickled her nose. The overflow streamed down the sides
of her face and neck. "Now, where else could I pour this ambrosia?" John arched a brow and his eyes twinkled
wickedly. "Lift your hips, Thea, and give me your sweet, wet cup." "Yes, John, oh, yes." Thea wiggled into position, raising her hips off the cushions.
Oh, she wanted that bottle all right. He moved between her spread knees and lowered his face over her steaming sex. "Let's make
sure this nice little hole is ready." His smooth tongue job made Thea arch her back to push her throbbing cunt closer to the source
of pleasure. "That's my little minx. Time to take it in." He gently parted her thick folds with his fingers and inserted the hard, cold rim of the
glass bottle into her slit, teasing her clitoris until she begged for more. "Yes, my sweet, you'll get what you want." John pushed the bottle's smooth, hard stem
farther into her vagina, rotating and pumping the bottle until Thea was full of liquid and climaxing beyond reason. "My turn, Thea . . . I am very thirsty." He threw the bottle aside and flung her
legs over his shoulders, pressing his mouth between her legs in a feeding frenzy. "God, you smell as sweet as you taste--I'm going to
empty your luscious, creamy pussy." All Thea could see was his dark head and wet face move between her legs. He'd come up
for air and rub the whipping cream into her nipples sending jolts of pleasure from her breasts to her womb. He drank the champagne that ran from her vagina like a dying man slaking an impossible
thirst. Then he thrust his tongue deeply into her hot passage, mimicking their mating earlier. When he rimmed her other hole with hard flicks of his firm, male tongue, Thea screamed
his name and pulled his head closer, dying for more and more and more. "Come for me sweetheart, come for me." Thea had already started spiraling out of control. He dropped her down
on the cushions, pumped his little finger in and out of her tight, puckered hole and sucked her clitoris into his mouth
so hard she cried out in delirium. "Fuck me, John! Now!" "You want my cock? Want it buried deep inside your sweet little cunt?" "Yes, yes, fill me with cock--you're big, hard cock!" Thea gasped for air when John impaled her, lifting her hips off the couch with powerful,
driving thrusts. "Jesus Christ! You're so hot and tight--you're killing me, Thea!" He came, straining
over her, head thrown back, filling her up with spewing jets of steaming cum. When it was all over, food littered the floor, champagne stained the couch and carpet.
Everyone lay dazed in a stupor, rugged by the heady release of sexual overindulgence. Thea finally managed to lift a limp arm and push strands of damp hair out of her eyes.
John shifted off and lay beside her. "Thea, you're more than woman enough for me, but I can't be certain champagne, whipping
cream, and your love juices will hold me over till breakfast tomorrow." He winked at her and Thea laughed. She sat up and spotted the remains of a roasted
chicken on a nearby cart. She pulled off a tender leg and brought it to John. "Here my strong, virile man." She held the chicken to
his lips and he lustily tore off a piece of meat with his teeth. "Can't have you loose your strength, John, can we?" She kissed him, savoring the juice and meat mingling in their mouths and found
out soon enough how little food John needed to sustain him. Eating chicken while impaled on a man's lap was something she would have to remember
to try with Jordan . . . Later that night, in the privacy of her big soft bed, Thea's body still thrummed with
energy, but her limbs were languid and loose. She couldn't have moved to save her soul. Lucy came in to deliver clean undergarments and linens and surprised her with a
letter. "This will be from your man, then?" Lucy smiled, wanting to hear any good gossip, and
handed Thea the white, sealed vellum. Thea shooed Lucy away, eager to read it alone. "Later, you nosy girl." After Lucy had gone, Thea sank back into the covers, her hands shaking. Oh, God,
was Jordan her man? Please let it be so. She wanted him with her whole heart and soul. If anything, the past week had heightened her desire for Jordan and readied her body
to take him in all the glorious ways and man and woman could share. Slowly, she opened the letter. My sweet, passionate Thea, I have died a thousand deaths this past week waiting
impatiently to have you in my arms again. I hope your journey to Ingram Hall has pleased you and awakened you to all the
possibilities open to us. I am randy as a lad, in a constant state of rut awaiting your sweet body to slake my lust.
Until tomorrow, when I come for you . . . Yours, Jordan Thea held the letter to her breast and took in a shaking breath. He was
coming for her . . . tomorrow as planned. Oh, God, she could not possibly wait that long after reading his letter.
She wanted him so badly her body was on fire--burned for his touch. But nowhere in the letter had he mentioned love. A tear streamed down Thea's face.
Was it possible Jordan would learn to love her and she loved him? Thea wasn't so certain anymore that she could live with him,
loving him so, with no love in return. She prayed he would come to see what they could have together, something much more
than even physical paradise on earth.
Until tomorrow my sweet . . .
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