EXTRACT FOR
The Well-Born Strumpet
(Pornelope)

"Stand up for a moment, won't you, lass?" Nate urged, moving to Alyssa's side.



She obeyed, then hissed in pain when her bruised feet protested. Behind her, Nate slid unnoticed into the chair she'd been using and tugged on the string that held his breeches fastened.



"Oh, that won't do at all," Bill said, and stripped his tunic off to hang on the wall beside Nate's. "Let's have a look at your feet then, pet."



She started to sit down again, but found Nate already there, and wobbled for a second until he steadied her by wrapping both hands around her narrow waist and hoisting her into his lap. She didn't immediately realize that he'd managed to lift her long skirt in back so that it bunched in his lap; she only knew something hard was prodding her sensitive bottom, and she wriggled in confusion.



She thought she heard him suck in a ragged breath. Then he rasped in her ear, "Rest easy, little one. We just want to make sure you're not sufferin' any ill effects from last night's stay in the barn."



Before she could question that, Drew was kneeling in front of her and tugging off her battered traveling shoes. Her wriggling became vigorous squirming when he ran his big fingers over her ticklish insoles.



The laces crisscrossing her breasts suddenly loosened, and she gasped when Nate tugged her bodice down, baring her shoulders and the upper curves of her full breasts. "Nate, what are you..."



Drew's hand glided up her leg, and she gasped again as it passed her knee and began stroking her inner thigh. "She's so soft!" she heard him mutter, and wanted to protest again, but her head was starting to spin. "And...oh Jesus, she's wet!"



Alyssa yelped when his long fingers grazed her silky panties and tried to buck for freedom, but the frantic movements only pushed her soft pubic mound harder against his questing hand. She moaned with rising fear when he began rocking his hand, rhythmically thrusting his index finger between her soft folds.



"I get her first," she heard Nate rasp behind her. "I'm the eldest."



"That's no excuse," Bill protested, dropping to his knees at Alyssa's side. "I'm the youngest??"when is it gonna to be my turn first?"



Nate only laughed. "You can plunder her pretty little arse first??"you know you love that!"



He did, so a wide beaming smile lit his face. "Well, hurry, then!" he urged, and began to tug his pants down.



Drew's were already around his knees, and his long cock was standing up straight like a flagpole. "I get to taste her first!" he panted, and flipped her long skirts up out of the way. "Oh, look at those pretty wet knickers!" He hooked two fingers in her waistband and split them apart with a single hard yank. "Now that's a lovely sight!"



Alyssa wanted to scream??"she was almost sure of it! But before she could utter a single sound, Bill bent down, wrapped his hands around her flushed face, and thrust his tongue into her open mouth. She jerked and whimpered in confused fear, then moaned loudly when Drew parted her legs wider and bent to thrust his own tongue against her sensitive pussy. She'd never imagined anything could feel so...incredible!