“I’ve got an idea, if you two fine gents fancy trying it,” Peaches said. 

“Oh?”

“There’s a thing,” she said, “that some of the girls have done, and what I’ve never tried. Could be fun.”

“I’m not putting anything through my nipples,” said Teddy. “In fact, no needles whatsoever.”

“Needles?” said Jean, and bless him if he didn’t sound worried. 

“You’ll do it one day,” she said, “and you’ll thank me.”

“Only if you do too, my darling girl.”

“You forget I have to bind mine. You, though?” and she pinched one, hard, watching his back arch and the breath shudder over his lips. “But, no, that weren’t my plan.”

“Thank the Lord. Well, pray then, enlighten us.”

“I’ve got a fancy to take two pricks at once. And I don’t see the chance coming up again soon.” 

There was a little silence that followed this, then Jean said, “I am happy to serve, Monsieur Peach, but do you mean one in front and one in the–”

She grinned. These debauchers were all the same – thinking they were wicked and worldly, but they were just poor lost, little lambs. “I mean both of you, in my cunt, at once.”

“Wouldn’t that hurt?”

“Only me. And if it hurts, you’ll stop, and we’ll work out something else to do.”

“Well, I’m game,” Teddy said, which was more or less what she had expected, “What say you, Jean?”

The Frenchman shrugged, “I would be honoured to, if it were possible.”

Teddy turned, appalled, “I expected better of you, old man. Even if it’s not, surely it behoves us to try, if the lady wishes it.”

“In gallantry, I suppose, I have no choice.”

“Is that a yes, then?” she asked.

“Oui,” said Jean. “Although, as I say, I do not think–”

“Oh, it can be done,” she said, and stretched long, feeling her back crack and relax, liking the way that they were looking at her, the way it felt like she was playing to a baying crowd. She sauntered over to the bed. “Look, if you come behind me, monsieur, kneel up and fuck me from behind like, then Teddy here can get down to it with that mouth of his–”

“Forgive me, Monsieur Peach, but I would insist that office is mine.”
“Well, then,” she knelt up and fondled her breasts idly. She missed them sometimes. “If you’re the brave volunteer, Monsieur, then when you’ve got me good and wet, it can be your cock Teddy lifts me on to, rather than the other way round.”

“Lor’, Peaches, you don’t ask much, do you?”

“What? Upset you don’t get to kiss my quim this time?”

“Well, yes, actually.”

She shrugged, “You can do it later then. After the pair of you have spent.”

And he made the little groan, like she’d known he would. “You’re a terror,” he said, “a damnable terror.”

“Please, my friends,” said Jean, laughing, “in this country that word has unfortunate implications.”

“Am I too much aristo for you?”

“You are a charming boy,” he said, mock stern, “and your title is irrelevant.”

Swells. There really was no shutting them up. “You two going to be chin-wagging all day? Or do I get my fun?”

“A martinet, then,” said Teddy. “That’s a French word. Can I call her a martinet?”

“It is a small whip,” Jean said, as he stripped off his shirt, revealing a lean, brown chest with a little bit of paunch, some dark hairs, and a few duelling scars. Not too shabby. “The kind you use to discipline a dog, or a disobedient child. And again, you defile my fair tongue, Edward, mon ami.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” she said, “but right now, your fair tongue has other business to be getting on with.”

“One day, Peaches,” said Edward, coming up behind her, and kissing the nape of her neck as he reached round and massaged her breasts, “one day, I will tie you down and whip you.”

“No, you won’t,” she said, and she moaned as his prick slipped inside her, as Jean’s tongue moved back and forth on her clit, “You won’t because I’m getting me a martinet and ... oh.”

Jean was too good at what he was doing for her to keep the banter up, Teddy too deep and close and warm inside her. She ground herself against the pair of them until her thighs shivered and her cunt twitched. “Now,” she said, her voice uneven, ragged, “now, you come here too, and fuck me.”

He obeyed. 

Lord, but she loved being obeyed when it was fine gents doing it, and she just leaned back into Teddy’s arms and he lifted her up so that Jean could push inside her too. She felt herself stretch, felt them rub together inside her and for a moment, she thought that she would tear, that she’d rip in two, that she could not bear it, but no, no, it was perfect, powerful, like nothing she had felt before. She moaned, loud, loud, and clutched at Jean as Teddy’s hips moved up and down.

“Mon Dieu,” Jean breathed, and she the roughness of his stubble against her nipples his hands clenching on her thighs. Behind her, Teddy only gasped and sank his teeth, gently, desperately, in to the soft skin beneath her ear.

And it was too much. It was too much and it was too good, and so she threw back her head, and screamed out her release.