The youngest of this seductive triangle slithered greedily between Billy's knees, her henna topknot and the loose tendrils around her face quivering with her excitement. As she coyly slipped her pink feathered strap down her bare shoulder, he reached for her-until Pandora clamped his hand against the arm of the chair with a strength that left him dumbfounded. Perfidia held his other arm fast, so now the only unfettered limb on the young stallion's body was that shaft between his twitching legs.
"What a fine name, Tripplehorn," Pink cooed as she freed her pert breasts of their sequined sheath to tease him. "Somewhere in that curly mop I'd find two devilish little horns, if I speared my fingers through your hair. But this third horn is much more to my taste. May I sample it? Please, kind sir?"
No man alive could resist such a plea, for while Pandora was filled with a mystical magic and Perfidia reigned as the queen of discipline and deceit, little Miss Pink personified a sweet, girlish charm that simply made everyone around her say yes.
"Help yourself, sweetheart," Billy breathed.
In another flash that defied explanation, Pink was straddling the object of her affections. With her knees on the chair cushion, thighs flanking his narrow hips, she elevated herself so she could gaze teasingly down into his deep brown eyes, fondling his disheveled hair. Her bodice had fallen to her waist, and she allowed Billy to kiss the skin of her midsection before positioning herself so his face was between her rosy breasts. He seized a nipple between his lips-or perhaps his teeth, given the way Pink let out a yip-and the entire room writhed with them as she undulated against his bound body.
Her glimmering pink gown was hiked up over her thighs, so I caught the alluring sight of her slowly, slowly lowering her slit to the tip of his erection. Lord, how I wished it were me! My insides fluttered wildly with the sight of those strawberry-furred lips swallowing the smooth, purplish cap of that mushroom on the end of his shaft. Inch by inch she eased down onto his cock, until it had to be bumping the bottom of her lungs! She raised and lowered herself with a grace, a control, that left me breathless, all the while breathing with him and riding that slow, erotic arc that was bringing him close to orgasm.
When she suddenly raised up, a wet smacking sound echoed around her and Billy started to protest. But she shushed him with a finger across his lips and a winsome smile.
"I won't leave you hanging, Billy boy," she half-sang as she stepped down between his knees. "I've simply stopped fucking you so I can finish you the way men like it best…and so I can watch the lightning roll in your eyes when you shoot your cum down my throat. Will you do that for me, Mister Triple-Horns? Will you gaze into my eyes while I take you to paradise?"
"I-"
But Billy didn't stand a chance. With the first push of that perfect little O of her mouth, he was a goner-a slave to every flicker and lick and sweet pull of suction Miss Pink inflicted upon him. Meanwhile, Perfidia and Pandora were stroking his bared chest with hypnotic fingers, nuzzling his neck and murmuring about what they each wanted to do to him next. It was every man's fantasy, such attention from three gorgeous women who couldn't seem to get enough of him-or to wait their turns. So of course Billy was an easy mark.
I watched the movement of those painted lips up and down his deep pink shaft…Pink on pink made for quite a sight, and I was ready to explode for wanting him. With an angular blonde on his right and a lusty, busty lady in black on his left, the picture was a study in erotic contrasts, a provocative portrait of a lover caught up in rich carnal pleasure few ever get to experience. His eyes remained fixed on Pink's delicate face- And that's when I saw they were swirling, those eyes, like coffee being swished around the rim of a cup. Or like the surrender of a drowning man about to go down for the third time.
I stepped forward from the shadows, pulling the knot from my sash to let my dressing gown fall away from my body. Cerise shifted in her corner, sensing fresh drama, while Justin and Jeremy scooted back from where they'd been so eagerly peering at the orgy before them. As I'd suspected, Perfidia and Pandora were engaged in a kissing frenzy that escalated with each breath Billy took: like snakes they slithered against him, their hungry sighs overwhelming his whimpers of rising, aching need. He was ready to shoot, staring mindlessly into Pink's azure eyes as his body pumped in the rhythm the three females around him had established. Just another step in their dance of death.
"Excuse me, ladies, but Mr. Moore has informed me I have a guest," I said in a purposeful voice. "My God, Tripplehorn hasn't been here but a few minutes and I'd swear you plan to sink your teeth into him!"
Time stopped, in that inexplicable way things happened when the three Sisters took matters into their own hands. Delivered in the most teasing tone I could muster, my remark would fly right over the average man's head-and in this case, it made Billy Tripplehorn snap to attention. He looked away from the fatal, hypnotic gaze that held his, to blink at the fact that yet another woman stood before him, nearly naked.
He didn't know it, but in that moment I'd saved his life.
The Sisters showed me no gratitude, either-not that I expected it. They raised up, away from their blissfully ignorant victim, to glare at me as they wiped their lips, disguising the shine of white incisors Billy would never see. I would never forgive myself for bringing him here, foolishly thinking my desire for him would protect us both from dark forces far stronger and more insidious than these Sisters of Samaria could control. Or wanted to. But until we could make our escape, his welfare-his very lifeblood-was in my hands.
Rather than chide me for interrupting, and perhaps calling Billy's attention to their insidious secret, Perfidia shot me a cloying smile. "Well-if it isn't our Andrea, come to inform Mr. Tripplehorn his room is ready! I'm sure he's exhausted and famished after his travels. He certainly looks ready for bed!"
The other two chuckled politely, hiding their frustration behind faces so carefully composed that only I could decipher their true message: they weren't finished with Billy, nor would they let me have him tonight without wreaking their revenge. Women with appetites like theirs waxed nasty when their dinner was delayed.
"Come on upstairs, Billy," I coaxed, kneeling to untie the stockings around his legs. "If you're half as naughty-half as randy-as Mr. Moore warned me about, we're going to have a-a much livelier time than these old bats can show you!"
I would pay for that remark, too, but I had to get my nips in where I could: because I'd served as the liaison between these jaded ladies and the town where they never showed themselves, procuring the occasional guest and keeping the orphanage stocked with potential slaves and emergency nourishment, I felt somewhat indispensable. There might come a day, however, when Pandora and Pink-and especially Perfidia-felt a change of personnel was in order.
I didn't think my fall from grace would occur tonight, for they were three sleek pussies tantalized by a new mouse. And as I felt Billy's strong hand wrap around mine-reveled in the way he gazed at me as though he'd never seen me before, nor ever beheld a woman who so riveted the interest of that cock, which still stood swaying as high as his navel-my heart fluttered with hope.
A foolish emotion, hope. But it was all I had-all that had sustained me through my lonely life here at the mansion. Except now I had Billy, and a night that promised some wondrous loving. Hope springs eternal, they say. And as I led Tripplehorn to my room, glancing backward at a cock so tall it grazed his navel as he climbed the stairs, I believed Billy would spring eternal, too.
Melissa MacNeal
Beyond Redemption