Page 79 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” asked the duke. “You ever played with this little mouser’s hole?”
Gesù, the less he knew about what Phily’s husband called her cunt, the better!
“I was not intimately acquainted with this part of Lady Philadelphia, as she was known then,” he said. In truth, he hadn’t intimately known any of her.
In the same season he’d secured Phily’s hand, he’d put far more thought into selecting his horse and even the tailoring of his regimentals. He’d been bound for war on the Continent and needing to make only a passable attempt at marriage and impregnation before he could ship out and fight Boney.
Now the Duchess of Chevaliermont, Phily had dropped her innocent act and had his hair in hand, directing his face between her thighs. He tolerated her moving him like a piece on acampaign map, since he had been shoved in far less pleasurable places.
When Edward attached himself to her nub, Phily made a great show of sighing and collapsing back into her husband’s arms as if she were new to oral pleasures, the minx. He laughed, which caused her to cry out, seemingly more real this time.
When he moved to her channel, a ripe and tempting little hole indeed, he sensed that someone had used this place. Recently.
“Do you like the taste of that, Dick Stone?” she asked, every bit the temptress.
“The duchess made me spend in her most thoroughly before your arrival,” said the duke. “Begged me to pump her full of cream. She said you’d enjoy cleaning it up.”
Edward cast his eyes heavenward, begging his creator to strike him down. If these two thought some seed in the mouth was enough to disgust a seasoned libertine, they needed to fuck outside the wisteria-covered walls of Chevaliermont House occasionally and see the depths of depravity on offer in the capital.
Still, he didn’t make his living by denying married ladies their pleasure, so he reared back as if disgusted by the thought of encountering another man’s seed.
“Even the great Dick Stone finds himself outmatched sometimes,” crowed Phily.
The duke, a notorious roué who likely wasn’t taken in by Edward’s playacting, simply hiked his wife’s leg up below the knee to open her further. For her part, Phily lifted her hips, pressed her cunny where she wanted attention, and rode Edward’s face like the veriest little slut.
That made two of them, he thought, not wanting to confront the evidence that his cock was drooling onto the floor for want of plunging inside that tempting little clasp. Someday he’d develop pride; that day wasn’t today.
The duke adjusted Phily, breaking the connection between her cunt and Edward’s mouth. He pumped his fingers in her sloppy hole and declared himself satisfied with the preparations.
But the preparations for what?
It became clear that the duke had quickly gotten so many babies on his wife on account of being an expert cocksman. Even with his wife’s lush arse in his lap, he opened his falls without a fumble, withdrew his cock from his smalls without hesitation, and sank his wife on his considerable shaft without mercy.
Chevaliermont — Monty — had Phily bouncing on his cock like a Covent Garden strumpet. Her clothes were disarranged, lovely hair askew, and Monty had one breast halfway out of her bodice.
In short, she was a tempting sight indeed. Edward knelt on the floor, not bothering to get up from where he’d licked Phily’s cunt, and watched the duke’s thick cock work her taxed hole. He took himself in hand, not stroking, simply touching his shaftwhile imagining what it would feel like to be the one working the duchess open.
“She may have given me a nursery full of babies, but my wife has the tightest little cunt in London. I’d know,” said the duke with a chuckle.
Damn him, he was so debauched and free with his wife’s favors as to be likeable.
“You can feel it,” said the duke with an air of generosity.
Edward’s finger was already moving to touch where Phily stretched around that thick cock when he heard the second half of the statement.
“With your tongue.”
Fuck, he thought, gripping the base of his cock to prevent himself from coming untouched. The duke’s suggestion was lewd and scandalous, calculated to drive home his humiliation.
Fortunately, he happened to like a spot of humiliation.
His lips and tongue began at Phily’s nub, once again, and quickly traveled down to where her cunny ringed her husband’s cock. He ran his tongue over that rim, not bothering to avoid the duke’s staff, and sending them both into cries of ecstasy.
And when he narrowed his tongue to a point and eased it into that stretched hole, Phily spasmed around him, seemingly without end. How the duke held on, Edward couldn’t imagine. Yet another reason to both admire and slightly hate the man.
“We seem to have a similar idea, Netherwallop,” said the duke. “Phily’s cunt is really too hungry these days and requires more than one man can give her. I’m quite unmanned by her demands.”
The duchess snorted in a most unladylike fashion that made her suddenly more appealing than she’d ever been in her pristine white gowns.
