the Leathermines

Back to Chapter 38.  That was a good party.

From the many people who had asked to be in Laun’s bed that night, she picked a fairly large amount of bodies to be with her.  She may have been tired, but the enthusiasm of the people around her made up for it.

One of the young men, the stablehand who had petitioned her, sat at her feet and rubbed her legs as she sat in the chair.  It felt wonderful and the relaxation made her energy level go up.  Laun watched as several of the people kissed and fondled and rubbed.  It did not seem to matter if they were standing or lying down.  Laun had been helped out of the velvet dress, unarmored more to the point, but still had the under dress and boiled leather corset on. The corset had helped her keep her back from hurting, but it was rubbing slightly in places her mother had not had.  The hands on her were wonderful, and she was glad she had delayed having him with her so she could enjoy it more.

She stood and hands were on her to take the corset and underdress off.  With every layer and binding removed, she felt lighter and freer.  She stood naked before her people and felt the most her self.  Cool cloths with soap and water were dragged across her skin, cooling her down and freshening her.  

The stablehand took his own clothing off down to his breeches and washed himself.  Laun noticed and said, “If that is how comfortable you are, I respect your choice.” She leaned closer and said, “I’m not so sure about the other women.”

He shyly smiled and deeply said, “I said I wanted to be in your bed, Lady.  What happens after that is up to you.”

Laun nodded and put a hand on his bare shoulder.  “Thank you.”  He had a slight relief on his face as he held his hand up to help steady her.  She turned and picked her way through the people to one side of the bed.  A space was created and then enveloped her as she sank down into the heated, wiggly bodies.  That night, for some reason, it did not matter who touched whom or if there was anyone who was the center of attention.  Hands and legs and mouths all became willing and created pleasure where ever they went.

Laun felt hands on her back, lightly stroking as her own hands were exploring someone else.  A head appeared between her legs and wonderful feelings were coursing through her as she tried to focus on trying to do the same for someone else.

And then the voice in her ear that made her shiver, “My Lady Love, is there anything I can do for you?”

Laun was not sure if Edgar could see her smile but she soon gave him one as she went down his body and started to kiss his manhood.  It was already full and at attention, the foreskin pulled back to show the redness of the head.  The saltiness and heat of it was fun to explore and she felt his hand on her head, a restrained action that she knew meant he liked what she was doing.

Bodies moved, positions changed hands and fingers and tongues were replaced by much larger and harder things.  Laun was on her knees to try to get a better angle on Edgar when she felt the tongue that had been very gently caressing her replaced by someone’s phallus.  The hardness rubbed against her and she barely had time to prepare as he went deep into her in one stroke.

She cried out around Edgar’s manhood.  There were only a few strokes, hands holding hard on her hips, before she felt the pulse and release of the man in her.  She did not have time to turn to see who it was before a mouth was on her, cleaning her and bringing her close to her own release.

She tried to move and found another set of hands on her hips.  There seemed to be some sort of jockeying behind her, movement and a little grumbling.  The mouth was still on her, moved to directly on her button from below, as another of the men entered her.  This was slower, gentler, more deliberate.  She was able to match the rhythm to what she was doing to Edgar with his hand in her hair encouraging and stroking.

She could feel herself building up as the mouth and the manhood pushed sensations into her that she could not contain.  But, again, before she was able to reach her peak, the hands on her hips pulled harder and the stroke became ragged right before she was held still and the pulsing inside of her was being matched by the licking on the outside.

He pulled out and the mouth was again there to clean her.  Laun could feel that Edgar was not going to be able to stave off his own release for long.  She reached down and was perhaps a little rough as she grabbed the hair of the person between her legs.  They stopped and before anything else could happen, Laun climbed up Edgar’s body and positioned herself over him.

His face was a combination of ecstatic and worried as he looked up at Laun in the low light.  She slid onto him and his head went back.  Her legs were on either side of him and she found that this saddle was just as tiring as the one on Grace, if not more pleasurable.  She was able to ride him for just a few strokes before her thighs started to give out, her back echoing with some pain.

Edgar felt her stop and had the worried look on his face again.  “I’m just tired...”

His hands went to her legs, trying to reach her hips.  He started to buck under her, thrusting up and making her bounce on him.  Her breasts bounced, her hair flew around her shoulders.  He became fierce under her, his fingers digging in to get a grip.  The slight pain triggered something in her and she felt her peak coming.

Edgar growled, “With... your... permission...” as his strokes became deeper and wilder.  She felt him release and she voiced her own peak, her back arching and her head back as the gasp and sigh and low growl was forced from her throat.

She fell forward and Edgar held her, his own panting hot on her shoulder.  They were left for a moment, a calm within the storm of lust around them.  Edgar was able to mostly catch his breath.  He reached up and pulled her hair from her face, stroking her neck and shoulder.  “My Lady, I hope you are well.”

She nodded and said with a barely caught breath, “If only every night was like this.”  She raised her head and looked into his eyes.  “I wish...”

Edgar caressed Laun’s cheek.  “What, my Lady Love?”

She smiled and shook her head.  “Doesn’t matter.  The now matters.”  She kissed him deeply and the chaos that was around them enveloped them again as the people started to touch and fondle and caress and lick.

Onto Chapter 40.  It's a long one!