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behave himself," Josie chuckled, "but alas, Marguerite, he doesn't know how. Let us get on the bed now, or he will kneel there all night with his head in your pussy." She drew her companion over to the bed and, climbing onto it, pulled Marguerite with her.
    Stay or go? the voice in her head asked. But it was too late now to go, she decided. Josie had settled herself with several large pillows behind her back. She had drawn Marguerite up between her plump thighs and was starting to fondle her breasts while she murmured endearments to her friend. "You've never been touched by a woman, have you, chérie? But it is nice, isn't it? We are not rough with each other. Ahh, chérie , what soft skin you have!" The duke joined them, almost crawling up from the foot of the bed and kneeling before the two women, enchanted by the tableau they offered.
    "Spread your legs for him, chérie," Josie said low in Marguerite's ear. "If you do, he will do something very nice to you, I promise." She kissed her friend's ear, her tongue teasing it for a brief moment.
    Fascinated, Marguerite complied with the request. It was all so very strange, but Josie's gentle voice and hands were mesmerizing. She was beginning to feel quite languorous. Why wasn't she embarrassed? Or at least ashamed? But she wasn't. Josie continued to play with her breasts, and her voice was somehow reassuring. Marguerite watched the duke, who sat back on his heels, staring at the space between her open legs for what seemed to be a very long moment. Then he spoke.
    "Show me your treasures, chérie," he said. "Take your fingers, and draw your nether lips apart for me. Yes. That is it. Now keep them just as you are doing. Do not move unless I tell you. You have no idea how beautiful you are there. I have never seen such perfection." He moved himself forward, and she suddenly felt him stroking her with something.
    "Mon Dieu!" she cried out, realizing he was licking at her with his tongue. "What are you doing!" She tried to struggle, but his hands gripped her hips tightly.
    "Stay still!" he growled at her.
    "It's all right, chérie," Josie assured her. "Do not be afraid. Close your eyes, and feel how nice it is. A man with a facile tongue is truly a blessing, and César is quite expert at what he does."
    Ignoring every instinct she had, Marguerite forced her eyes to close, and tried to relax once more. There were so many sensations. Josie's hands were lovely as they fondled and played with her flesh. The duke's tongue was indeed skilled at sending thrills throughout her entire body. It was all so very wicked. Yet she could not help herself. She was actually beginning to enjoy these carnal attentions, she realized. Then his tongue found her love button. Once Charles had touched her there. It had been heavenly, but Charles had said afterward that a good woman should not react in such an enthusiastic fashion as she had. He had never again touched her there. She knew now, however, that showing unbridled excitement for her two companions would please them greatly.
    "Mon Dieu!" she moaned as his wicked tongue flicked relentlessly back and forth over her sentient flesh. This was divine! This was what she had always wanted. And then she was overwhelmed with a wave of delight that filled her from her toes to the top of her head. "Mais oui! Mais oui!" she cried excitedly.
    "Ohh, chérie , that is so good, isn't it? I can see you are quite ready. Tell him you want to be fucked, Marguerite! Tell him!"
    "He knows!" she heard herself cry out. She opened her eyes and smiled boldly at César d'Aubert.
    Immediately the duke mounted her, his member penetrating her enthusiastically as Josie continued to hold her against her ample breasts. His big cock filled her, and sent her senses reeling. It was wonderful, and she couldn't get enough of him. Within moments she was coming, her juices flowing, her body quivering, but the duke was not yet satisfied. He gently pushed her aside, pistoning Josie until the