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power
of Dom's thrusts in her bottom.
    Jeanne finally swallowed
and let herself breathe. She wanted that cock in her mouth. She wanted to
know how it tasted. It was not fair, she thought. Ram had tasted
her pussy and now he let another woman feast on his splendid
manhood. She would never have that same opportunity.
    If Aelfa was being hurt, she did not
show any sign of it. Her slender body moved like a whip between the
two men who penetrated it, and her mouth slid up and down Ram's
long, hard cock with ease, not choking despite that incredible
length.
    As for Ram—that bastard—he let his
head go back, his eyes turned to the clouds above, his hands
resting on the log behind him.
    Jeanne felt a wave of fury licking at
her. Why should Aelfa have all that pleasure? And pleasure it
clearly was for her eyes were shining, her body flexing wildly, her
face pink with excitement. Nino was gasping under her, his lower
body lifting and lowering rapidly as he filled Aelfa's pussy. And
then Dom cried out, jerking backward to spray his seed across her
buttocks.
    As Jeanne's overwhelmed gaze moved up
and down the scene, she suddenly found herself pinned by Salvador's
dark eyes staring directly at her. She took a step back.
    And into the waiting arms of Raul
d'Anzeray.
    She did not fight. The scene she'd
just witnessed had apparently rendered her bones soft and her will
to resist temptation suddenly non-existent. Her pussy ached and her
nipples rubbed painfully on her gown. Jeanne realized, in some
degree of horror and shame, that every time she had watched these
men at work in this manner, she was jealous. At first she thought
she was jealous of them, because they gave her mistress pleasure as
she once did—a service for which she was apparently no longer
required. Now she knew she was equally envious of the women they
serviced. She was sure of it, when Aelfa looked her way with wide,
gleaming green eyes as Ram shouted out and spilled his load in her
throat. There was too much of it for Aelfa to swallow, apparently,
and some oozed from the corner of her stretched lips, trickling
down her chin. But she closed her coppery lashes and Jeanne knew
that if Aelfa did not have a full mouth just then she would have
been smiling, contented as the cookhouse cat after a dish of rich
cream.
    At the same moment, Nino, sprawled
under the redhead, suddenly grabbed her waist and pumped his hips
quickly, growling like a bear, opening his mouth wide over one of
those swollen nipples.
    "Uh oh," Raul whispered in Jeanne's
ear as he held her in the tight circle of his arms. "There goes my
little brother, filling that lovely pussy with good
seed."
    The brothers gathered around, petting
and stroking and kissing Aelfa.
    "Come on," said Raul. "Now it's your
turn, little Jeanne."
     
    * * * *
     
    Raul brought her to the log in the
stream. "Don't fret," Ram told her. "We just want to know for sure
that you're a virgin. No one is going to hurt you."
    She looked at the other men. "I can
see that. Your cocks are spent and lay idle again."
    He was amused. Apparently she thought
that meant she was safe. Glaring at Ram, she demanded to know
whether this was his idea.
    He grinned. "No. It was Sal's. He
doesn't believe in virgins. He wants proof."
    The eldest brother was regarding her
with eyes like thunderclouds. It was true Sal had been in a bad
temper lately and nothing seemed to get him out of it. Perhaps a
little new sport would help, thought Ram.
    "Sit down on the log," he told Jeanne.
"Let Aelfa look at you."
    "Aelfa? Why?"
    Their red-headed wife smiled and knelt
in the stream. "It won't hurt, I promise you, sweetling." While Ram
and Dom placed firm hands on Jeanne's shoulders, Aelfa lifted her
skirt over her thighs and pressed her knees apart. "Far better for
me to do it as the men might go too far. My fingers are smaller and
gentler."
    Jeanne must have realized then what
the other woman meant to do for she stiffened and tried to close
her knees, but to no avail.

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