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ribbon securing my gown.
    “Yes.” I tipped my head to one side.
    He knew me well enough to take the hint and slid his lips
along my neck, raising shivers of desire. His hands were busy unlacing my
dress. Rall was just as busy. He stroked my thighs, separating them, then
reached my pussy and tugged my labia apart so he could kiss me. That simple
act, so laden with promise, drew a sharp ecstasy that stabbed through me.
    He rubbed his tongue on my clitoris and the rapture
increased. My gown fell away, its folds brushing my sensitive skin. I gasped as
Parron pulled down my chemise, exposing my breasts above the corset. He plucked
my nipples, naked in the cool night air, to achy points. Rall continued to
assail my pussy with tongue and lips, fingering my slit. He then spread
moisture along my crack, lubricating my arse.
    He inserted a finger and pleasure rushed through me. My
cries rose in pitch. Below, Geoman still gave his lady a tongue-lashing while
behind him another woman caressed his fine, tight rear, reaching between his
legs to tease his cock and balls. Behind her, Frayn stood, his hands separating
the halves of her buttocks with his cock head poised for entry.
    Parron cupped my breasts while nibbling on my earlobe.
Rall’s tongue pushed against my clit and I wantonly ground myself against him.
Each movement drove his finger farther up my rear and more bliss through my
body. Another finger joined the first… He was opening me, readying me.
    Parron unlaced my corset and tugged it away, freeing me, and
I came, gasping, with Rall’s tongue on my clit, his fingers in my bottom and
Parron’s hands squeezing my breasts.
    Rall disentangled himself from my gown, stood and kissed me,
taking me into his arms and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I tasted my
juices on his lips. Still behind me, Parron gripped my arse, one cheek in each
of his strong hands, and kneaded the flesh through my chemise.
    I heard a shout from below and I pulled away from my lovers
to look. Geoman was now atop his partner, who lay back on the turf as he pumped
in and out of her. It was Frayn who had shouted. I recognized his cry. He
sounded the same way each time. A bit boring, really. His lady was facedown,
draped over the marble coping that edged the pool, and Frayn, his back arched,
surged in and out of her while slapping her round bum in time with his strokes.
    I gripped the balustrade and leaned over to get a better
view. The breeze lifted my chemise, fluttering the light fabric over my bottom.
Parron came up behind me and stroked my arse, gentle where he’d previously been
rough. His voice was low and intimate in my ear. “Do you remember…”
    “Yes,” I murmured, smiling. He didn’t have to complete the
sentence. I recalled the first time Parron and Rall had spanked me. Shortly
after my Exhibition Day I had, against all wisdom and orders from my parents,
ridden a half-wild stallion that had been lately been brought to the royal
stables. The stallion had been a gift from the prince-scientists of the desert,
who were very proud of their steeds. I had been fortunate. Though I had been
thrown, I hadn’t been injured. But Parron and Rall had raced after me, falling
far behind while seated on less-speedy mounts, and had found me flat on my back
on a pile of leaves in the forest, winded but unhurt.
    Relieved to the point of anger, Parron had sat on a log, turned
me over his brawny knee and spanked my thirteen-starturn bottom. Mindful of my
status, he hadn’t struck me hard enough to really hurt me, but instead had
caused a different response. Heat had flashed through me, radiating from my
well-spanked bottom to my clit and throughout my body. I’d found myself
squirming, pussy hot and wet, over Parron’s thigh, moaning, scrabbling for
Rall’s hardening rod. After I opened his codpiece, he’d stepped behind me, torn
off my riding breeches and buried his cock in my ready quim. Parron had slid
out from beneath me and, draping me over the