The air in her room was cooler than the balcony. Helena took a seat by the bed and waited for the door, pausing to admire herself in the gilt frame mirror that partnered her wardrobe. Of all her friends she was by far the best looking. She caught her breath and calmed her pulse.
What was she doing? She thought. She’d never led a sheltered life, but still, nothing like this. There’d been gossip with her friends, the kind of chatter about suitors in which any unmarried lady, no matter her standing, would engage. For the finer details about the male sex, and sex in general, there had been a particularly knowledge handmaiden a years past, an excellent teacher. But once rumours of Helena’s freedom with certain members of the household had spread to her wider family, there’d been a concerted effort to find her a husband. But what if they were right?
As Helena began to have second thoughts, a knock on the door brought her back to the earthy desires that sent her heart racing.
“Enter.” She calmly uttered.
The two men who stepped in were even taller than Helena had thought, and she stood up to greet them.
“No clothes.” She’d had to deal with insubordinate staff before, but never like this.
“The heat ma’am”. Said the taller.
“It was too much.” Said the shorter.
“Yes, it seems to have rather gone to all our heads,” her eyes ate up the view, “and lower down places.” They were indeed both bigger up close. She looked up and saw the lust in their eyes.
“If you’ll permit us to say so, ma’am, we rather enjoyed the show.”
“And I too.” A small smile escaped her face. “Do you have names?”
“Wilson.” Said the shorter, stepping forward.
“Miles.” Said the taller.
“Well then, Wilson and Miles, you’ll find the bathroom to your right. Clean yourselves up, I’ll be waiting.” Now she could see them so close, they also looked a lot dirtier.
She admired their rears as they walked past, and Helena placed herself on the bed and stared at the ceiling. But not for long. She could hardly believe what she was going to do. She’d only ever been with one man before. Well, only one at the same time at least. And now there were two, and two rather burly men at that. Where would they all go? Two pairs of hands over her body. Two cocks in her hands. Her mouth. Her thoughts rans wild.
She heard the tap of her bath sputtering and echo in the tub. Looking over, she saw Wilson and Miles and admired their figures, even more handsome underneath the grime of their labour. Their tanned bodies shone like Greek heroes.
“I’m waiting, you know.”
“Not for much longer!” Miles called back, picking up a towel.
“Here, let me.” Helena took the towel from Miles, holding her gaze in his eyes as best she could.
The hot water dripped off his body. There was only a slight hesitation before she dried him off. She started with his torso, and felt him shiver at her touch. His body was now cool with the water, and felt smooth against her body. She placed a hand on his cheek and pulled him down, planting soft kisses on his neck. She worked her way to his lips.
“You don’t mind do you?” She whispered, rubbing the towel over his penis.
Miles let out a quiet moan and placed a hand on Helena’s shoulder.
“Do you like that?” She said, taking his penis into her other hand. She could feel the warmth of it grow around her fingers as she started to rub it.
Helena had dropped the towel and was now kissing Miles’ thighs when she heard Wilson come over.
“Do you need drying-off too?” She said, kneeling down.
“If you don’t mind.” He smiled.
With Miles’ cock in one hand she picked up the towel and started on Wilson. He needed little encouragement. Her heart pounded at what she would do next. As she stroked Miles she leaned in close and took Wilson’s cock in her mouth. She felt it growing and growing, sucking on it and taking it in as far as she could until her jaw ached. She let it fall out with a pop and held the two together.
“You both size up nicely.” She smiled.
“And you,” said Wilson, “must still be very warm in that dress of yours.”
“Then why don’t you two help me out of it?” She said.
She took each of her hands and guided them to the back of her dress. She closed her eyes and the sensations ran wild. Hands behind her undid her dress, and hands below gently removed her garters. The softness of her unrolled stockings delighted her skin with a growing excitement. She blushed at their lustful looks, and continued to blush at the flattering words that followed.
Soon, the two men leaned over as her corset fell to the floor. Her nipples grew to points as each man took them to his lips and tongues. One of them, she could not tell which, gently rubbed her ear, while the other moved up her leg, sending thrills from the pits of her being. Her hands ran through their hair. The two gardeners were impassioned by the beauty of her face and figure. Her hands urged them on until, between her legs, a finger began to gently brush her clit.
By now they had stumbled to the bed, leaving Helena’s clothes in a tumbling trail behind them.
Miles and Wilson lifted Helena onto the bed with ease and continued their exploration of her body.
“Take me.” She said, pulling on Wilson’s arm.
He needed little encouragement. He pulled her down the bed and flipped her over, surprised by how light she was, and he positioned his body in front of her pussy. At the other end of the bed, Miles began to kiss Helena. While they kissed, Helena’s breath grew short and pinched as Wilson teased is cock inside her.
“Don’t worry, your turn soon.” She whispered to him.
The sensations were more than she had ever felt before. Behind, Wilson was thrusting into her, holding and squeezed her hips. As Miles passionately kissed her, he gently rubbed her nipples. Her heart felt like it could burst, ripened in the summer sun that lit the bedroom with the warm glow of bodies in motion. If anyone were to walk through the garden they would have heard the slapping together of bodies and the heavy breaths of those who had long lost their inhibitions. Wilson began to fuck Helena more and more quickly, and the room echoed. Suddenly, she took Mile’s thick cock into her mouth and began sucking. The feeling of their two cocks and their hands on her body drove her into wilder and wilder motions.
Without speaking and in knowing the union, the two men swapped places. Miles’ cock felt slightly bigger to Helena as it sent pleasure running along inside her. As Wilson moved in front of her, he positioned himself so that Helena lay on top of him. His tongue worked around her clit while she sucked his prick. She wanted to shout out in ecstasy as the orgasm built inside her but was gagged by his cock. She felt the tongue move faster and faster on her clit, the cock thrusting harder and harder until she could no longer hold on. She screamed out in pure agony and bliss as the two men worked her in a way no single person ever could, her whole body fucked and throbbing, a palace that shuddered violently as one almighty orgasm rushed through her, her hair falling over her sweaty eyes that began to roll, a rush that never seemed to end. Miles and Wilson grew louder and louder too. Taking Wilson’s cock in her hand she pumped it furiously. She was being thrusted and licked and flicked and squeezed into an ecstasy that contorted her very being. And soon all three were coming together, splashes of hot cum shooting down her mouth and spilling out her pussy.
The three of them collapsed as one onto the bed, laying there for what Helena thought was an eternity. As their bodies cooled and their breathing resumed to its normal gentle course, she sat up, a smug smile across her face. It was good to be home.
“Lemonade, anyone?”
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