Roscoe took a cut-throat razor from his saddlebag and opened it out, testing the blade against his thumb. I knew it to be sharp; I had sharpened it on the strop myself. He handed the razor to me, then stood behind Elise, supporting her body, holding her still. It wouldn’t do for her to move.
Using small, even strokes, I carefully shaved her bare. Above her pussy, down her labia, the inside of her thighs. The blade slid easily over the curves of her womanhood and I watched the soap and hair mix together and fall away.
“Breathe,” I heard Roscoe telling her, but I didn’t look up from my task. I didn’t want to cut her, nor did I want to miss a single blade of hair. She was trembling and I knew she had her body braced tight against Roscoe, every muscle in her body taut.
“Relax,” I crooned softly. “It’s not going to hurt.” And slowly, she did.
When I was sure I had removed everything, I dipped the cloth into the water and wiped her clean, rubbing my hand over her mound to check. Her bare skin quivered under my touch. I ran one finger up and down her slit a couple times then parted her labia so I could see her little pleasure nub. Without the protection of hair, it would be far more sensitive. She gasped, thrusting her pussy forward against my hand and I chuckled. So demanding! Just the way we liked it.
“Slide back in the water my love, rinse off,” I commanded softly, stifling my groan. My swollen cock throbbed against my pants, begging to be released. I couldn’t wait to sink it inside her. I glanced across at Roscoe. He was just as worked up as I was. But we would wait until our bride was fed and rested, we wouldn’t take her now. We wanted her to enjoy our fucking as much as we did.
While Roscoe helped her rinse all the soap from her body, I turned down the bed in the middle of the room. There was only the one, but it would be big enough for all of us. Me on one side, Roscoe on the other, Elise sandwiched in between. When I turned around, she was standing naked beside the tub, her pert breasts heaving with every breath she took, her legs slightly apart exposing her freshly bare, pink pussy and Roscoe was rubbing her dry with the towel. I imagined this scene playing out every night for the rest of our lives – rubbing Elise dry in our little cabin, turning down the bed, snuggling up next to her naked body. Making her scream with pleasure. Sharing her between us. And I couldn’t think of anything better.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, knowing that she must be famished. I doubted she’d eaten all day, but she shook her head.
“You need to eat,” Roscoe said. “It will help with the shock. Just a few bites.” Without waiting for an answer, he strode to the door. “I’ll go get some chow. I expect to see you in bed and resting when I return,” he said, wagging his finger at her.
18
ELISE
Roscoe pulled the door firmly shut behind him, leaving me alone in the small hotel room with Shane. My head was starting to clear now, and I didn’t hurt so much anymore. But my whole body felt so alive! My pussy tingled where Shane had shaved it and I felt myself blush. Aunt Nellie certainly hadn’t told me anything about that! Did she know how scandalous it was, being completely bared, opened and shaved there? Did she have any idea how delightful each scrape of the razor against that sensitive area felt? Did she know it made sparks shoot up and down my spine, spreading their heat inside me until I felt like I would explode? Had she ever experienced the sensations the razor left behind?
I slid between the crisp sheets, reveling in their luxuriousness. Just like the fragrant soap, starched linens had been a luxury I had taken for granted in my previous life in Philadelphia. I sighed happily as I tugged the covers up to my chin.
“Don’t go getting too comfortable, my love. We have to put your plug in.”
“Do we have to?” I asked.
Shane nodded. “We do. We’ll be fucking you later, both of us. You need to be prepared.”
Fucking you later, both of us swam in my head. This was something else that neither Aunt Nellie nor Lady Margaret’s School for Girls had taught me about. No doubt Aunt Nellie would be scandalized at the mere thought of two men taking me at once, never mind the actual act. How would it work, anyway? Would they… I felt the slight change in my body as I thought of it, imagined my men claiming me completely. The tingle of arousal that set my nerve endings on fire and made my heart beat rapidly. Even the air changed, becoming too thick to breathe.
“Roll over,” Shane commanded, interrupting my thoughts. My eyes widened at the sight of the glass plug, already prepared with oil. Did that thing really fit inside me so easily? I knew it would, I had worn it before, but it shocked me that my bottom hole was able to stretch so wide and accommodate something so large. Roscoe’s cock is larger. So is Shane’s, I reminded myself.
Despite my best intentions, I felt my face flame as I slowly rolled over in the bed, lying on my tummy, my forearms cushioning my head.
I clenched my buttocks automatically when Shane touched me, knowing what he was about to do, but he spread out the fingers of his large hand and rubbed my bottom in circles, relaxing me. Were there still handprints on my skin where he had spanked me? I was curious, but he didn’t say, and I was too shy to
