Peggy assists Percy

Slowly, almost against her will, Peggy finds herself rising. She feels hypnotized by the sight and sound of Percy fucking Dorothy's mouth as she crosses slowly toward them in the center of the room. Percy grins at her, and her heart skips a beat: he looks so confident, so in charge of the situation. What a man! Then her eyes drift lower, and widen as they take in Percy's cock pistoning in and out of Dorothy's mouth. The bond girl's dark eyes look up at her, wide, as she struggles to take Percy's member further down her throat. Looking down at the abused girl, Peggy feels a strange rush of power: she's up here, and Dorothy is...there. Like that.

She looks at Percy, and licks her lips uncertainly. "How...should I hold her?"

"Peggy!" Esther exclaims, eyes wide and scandalized. Annalise draws Esther closer to her.

"Shush," Annalise whispers. "Let your sister make her own decisions."

Percy grins at Peggy. "It's hard for me to get the force I want with her head bobbing over the place. Try to hold it still if you can; and try to keep her from pulling back too much. I want to test the limits of her throat."

Peggy hesitantly puts one hand on each side of Dorothy's head, stooping slightly to do so and looking up at Percy as she does. "Like this?" She tries to maintain eye contact with him, rather than being distracted by the sight of his long, veiny prick pumping in and out of Dorothy's mouth a mere foot below her own. Percy grins.

"Close. I need you to give a little more resistance. Here." He takes one of her hands and shifts it so that she's gripping Dorothy's bun, able to push back on him as he thrusts forward into her throat. Peggy's breathing quickens as she hears Dorothy start to choke. She's got so much power in this position! She experiments slightly, pushing more firmly on the back of Dorothy's head, and is rewarded with louder gagging from the bond girl and a groan from Percy. Peggy looks up and can't help but grin slightly at the look of bliss on Percy's face. Such an easy way to get a person excited! It makes her feel strong, and competent, and...and sexy. She smiles to herself and pushes more firmly on the back of Dorothy's head. The bond girl chokes and sputters, her hands coming up and slapping at Percy's thighs feebly as spittle coats her lips and drool begins to run down her chin, mingling with tears from her wide, dark eyes.

"Careful, Peggy. Don't actually choke the slut out," Annalise calls, grinning. Realizing that the other girl is right, Peggy nods and releases the pressure. Percy shoots Annalise a smirk and begins pumping more firmly into Dorothy's mouth, taking control of the situation while Peggy provides passive support.

"This can't be happening," Esther mutters. Annalise gives a throaty chuckle and wraps her arm more firmly around Esther's shoulders.

"Why can't it?" she mutters in her ear. "Peggy is her own person, and she seems to like what's going on...Percy was going to fuck Dorothy's mouth one way or the other, so it's not as though she's encouraging him. If anything, she might be helping the poor girl out...this way, he'll finish faster and let her go. And it's not as though it's unpleasant to watch...or at least, I don't find it so.{if BelligntonParty-Esther-Caught=True} And I have good reason to think you don't, either.{else} Do you truly find it so distressing?{endif}" Her hand, which has been resting on Esther's shoulder, begins to trace its way down the neckline of Esther's gown, gently trailing over the Foxhaven girl's skin. Esther stiffens and her breath hitches as Annalise strokes gently past her collarbone and down over her décolletage.

"Annalise - what are you -" she whispers, trying to turn to the other girl.

"Shhhhh." Annalise smiles at her, green eyes dancing, and lays a finger on Esther's lips. Esther's breathing speeds up, and she feels her cheeks flush, as Annalise's hand dips below the neckline of the gown and her fingertips start to trace patterns over the flesh of Esther's breast before finally settling, gently but firmly, on her hardening nipple. "Just enjoy the show," Annalise whispers. She settles back into the couch and Esther shudders involuntarily as Annalise tweaks her nipple, pulling Esther back into the crook of her arm as they turn their eyes back to Percy and Peggy.

Percy is vigorously fucking Dorothy's throat now, Peggy watching with interest and pleasure, all pretense at propriety gone. "Yeeeeess...you're doing quite well, Peggy," Percy says with a groan. "Have you never held a bond girl like this before?"

"Never," Peggy says with a breathless laugh.

"Well, you're a natural," Percy replies. "I'm going to try to bottom out in her throat now - when I thrust hard, make sure you hold her firmly. Bury her nose in my lower hair. Now!" He thrusts hard and Peggy grips Dorothy's hair firmly: the bond girl's eyes widen as she chokes, coughing up spittle onto Percy's cock. Annalise gives Esther's nipple a pinch on the settee, and Esther gasps quietly, writhing in the other girl's arms as she watches her sister help facefuck the bond girl. After a few seconds, Percy withdraws fully, letting Dorothy gasp and catch her breath. Peggy starts to let go of Dorothy, but he shakes his head. "I'm not done yet, and I didn't get all the way down that time. Again!"

Dorothy's eyes widen. "P-please, please, sir, I - mmmph! Gack!" Peggy grips her hair firmly again as Percy rams himself back into Dorothy's mouth. The bond girl is spasming slightly as she tries desperately to swallow Percy's entire member. Percy withdraws and Dorothy sobs for breath.

"Again!" This time, Peggy and Percy are practically touching as Peggy leans her weight onto Dorothy's back and Percy thrusts as hard as he can. Dorothy is swallowing frantically, and on the couch Esther - driven nearly to distraction as Annalise continues to play with her now deeply sensitive nipple - notices that Annalise has dropped her other hand into her lap and is touching herself.

"How much longer will you do this to her?" Peggy asks. She knows she shouldn't be enjoying this, but it feels so good to get to see something forbidden from such a safe vantage point! She's amazed at the visceral responses Percy is getting from Dorothy's body - the way the bond girl's eyes bulge, her body quakes, and she has turned from a demure, church-clad girl into a spittle-covered ragdoll.

"Not much longer," Percy says with a groan. "There, that was the bottom! Good slut." He withdraws for just a second, then begins fucking Dorothy's throat actively, even more vigorously than before. "And well done...you...Peggy...haha...you're both good at keeping her in her place and...you provide a very...pleasing sight to accompany the fuck as well!" He grins and Peggy gasps as he reaches up past Dorothy's head and grasps Peggy's breast. She feels her loins, already tingling, swell with heat and dampness as he squeezes her firmly, thumb finding her nipple with preternatural instinct and stroking it, stirring it to life...

"My word!" exclaims a dry, almost whispery voice from the doorway. Esther jumps, jerking away from Annalise, and Peggy gasps, whirling. She tries to release Dorothy, but Percy's hand is suddenly on her own, firmly keeping it pressed to the back of Dorothy's head as he continues to facefuck the bond girl. Tall, thin Mr. Wagaton is standing in the doorway, looking on the scene before him with an expression somewhere between horror and bemusement. Percy glances back at him and chuckles.

"Ah, Wagaton, wasn't it? My apologies for making a bit of a scene back here. If you were looking for the maid, I'm nearly done with her...though she might need a break before she can service you..." Percy continues to pump ferociously in and out of Dorothy's mouth, and Peggy can see that his breath is coming faster and faster. She tries to pull away again, but his grip is like iron.

"This is - this is all most irregular," Mr. Wagaton says, sounding slightly dazed. "And Miss...Miss Bellington! Misses Foxhaven!" He shakes his head.

"Mr. Wagaton, I - I can explain," Esther stammers.

"What's to explain?" Percy groans. "The slut is a bond girl, we're putting her to work. Nothing shocking to anyone...who's ever gotten his dick into something...younger than his wife! Ahhhhh!" Percy closes his eyes and grips Peggy's hands and Dorothy's head hard. Peggy can see the base of his cock spasming, and Dorothy's eyes widen as she gags harder. White liquid spurts from her mouth, its source soon clear: Percy withdraws his member, which is still writhing, and grips it in hand, pointing it at Dorothy's face. His sticky white seed shoots forth and covers the dark-haired girl's face and hair in thick ropes of spunk. He lets go of Peggy as he does so and she starts to dart away - only after a second of being stunned and mesmerized, though, and a strand of the sticky stuff lands on her hand before she escapes, squealing.

Somewhere, in all this, Mr. Wagaton has turned on his heel and left the room.

"Ahhhhh," Percy sighs luxuriously. Even deflated his cock is surprisingly long, albeit not as girthy as before. Dorothy has dropped down to support herself one her hands and knees, shuddering and trying to catch her breath, tears mixing with the spunk covering her face. Percy wipes his flaccid member on a clean patch of her hair and turns toward the ladies, grinning. "Enjoy the show, everyone?"

"Oh bravo," Annalise says mockingly. "Indeed. Not every day one sees a man who needs two women, both fully clothed, just to climax."

Percy laughs. "I'll get you later for that, Lise." She arches an eyebrow saucily at him as he tucks himself away and begins to button his pants again. "Well. I think Dorothy here is pretty much used up, and I feel much better. Shall we return to the reception?"

"Indeed." Annalise stands, which jolts Esther out of her daze.

"Oh, god! We must find Mr. Wagaton. We must - we must make him see that what has happened here - !" Esther gasps, standing in a panic.

"Not much point to that," Annalise says with a sigh. "He's already left, no doubt to tell that shrew of a wife what he saw. Just pay no attention to any gossip. It'll pass in a few days, Es." She smiles at Esther and the other girl shudders as Annalise puts an arm around her, gently grazing her ass.

"I - if you say so, Lise," Esther whispers, looking troubled.

"I do. Come, take my arm and just act normal. There's no reason to let an old fogey like Wagaton spoil a good time, eh?" Annalise offers Esther her arm and the Foxhaven girl hesitantly takes it. They head out of the room, and Peggy is about to follow when Percy catches her arm.

"Er - my apologies, Peggy, but - I think I soiled your hand," he says with a smile.

"What? Oh!" Peggy exclaims in dismay, looking down at the rope of white semen plainly visible on the back of her hand. "I...do you...do you have a kerchief?"

"Me? No, never touch the things. You'd be best to just lick it up," Percy says with a shrug.

Peggy's eyes widen. "L-lick it?"

"Of course. Easiest way to get rid of the stuff. I'd say have Dorothy do it, but...I think it kinder to let her continue recovering, eh?" They glance at the bond girl, who is still on her hands and knees, trembling. She starts to get unsteadily to her feet, face covered in drying cum.

"I - I suppose," Peggy says uncertainly.

"It won't do you any harm," Percy says with a grin. He brings Peggy's hand to her lips, and uncertainly she stretches out her tongue and licks the back of her hand like a cat. A shudder goes through her both at the thought - this came from his member! - and from the taste, a slightly salty one with a mild funk beneath it. Percy grins as she grimaces and swallows.

"Well done, Peg. See you out there, eh? You did a good job with Dorothy today." Peggy smiles uncertainly at him and slowly departs the room.

Alone, Percy turns to Dorothy, who's now standing, eyes lowered. "Good job, slut. What do you say?"

"Th-thank you for letting me serve you...sir," Dorothy says hoarsely.

"Good slut." Percy fishes in his pocket for a handkerchief and passes it to Dorothy. "You can go clean your face now. But be sure you set aside some time after dinner this week for me - I thought you woefully unprepared for that, so I intend to come back and make sure you're ready to serve the parish. I'll sample your tits on Monday, cunt on Wednesday, ass on Friday. Make yourself ready however you can."

"Yes, sir," Dorothy whispers.

Percy grins. "Well done. See you later, church slut." He reaches around to give her ass a firm smack, then returns to the reception, whistling.

In the parlor, Rebecca finds herself alone for a few minutes. Things seem to be winding down, here - a few families have departed already. So far, she's found it a very boring, and rather uneventful, afternoon.

Then she smiles. Mr. Twilwell and that friend of his - Mr. Vickery - are still standing in one corner, talking animatedly. What's better is that none of the young women at the party are hanging around them, for once. She wends her way slowly across the room toward them.

"I continue to think that you're both mad and unlikely to find a warm reception for your ideas, Vickery!" Twilwell is exclaiming as she approaches. He seems to be talking a bit more loudly than usual - has he been drinking? Not too much, if so. When he sees Rebecca, he smiles{if Twilwell-Rebecca > 0} warmly{endif}. "Ah, Miss Foxhaven! Do join us. We were just having a philosophical debate."

"Mr. Twilwell. Mr. Vickery," Rebecca says politely, giving each of them a nod. She tilts her head as she takes in Mr. Vickery. "I did not know you were a member of our parish, sir."

"I of course am not. I merely wished to accompany my good friend here, and ensure that he was well," Vickery comments curtly.

"Yes yes, but don't get away from our argument, Vickery!" Twilwell exclaims. Clearly he's become a bit hyper-focused.

Rebecca chuckles. "What was the nature of this dispute, sir?"

"It was upon the nature and virtues of women!" Mr. Twilwell exclaims. "So you offer perhaps an entirely new perspective. I was stating my opinion that a woman's virtues depend on the man who is interested in her - that different men are never going to agree on what qualities it is most important for a woman to have, as their desires will vary. Whereas Mr. Vickery here believes there is a universal prime virtue for a woman!"

Rebecca raises an eyebrow. "Indeed, sir? And you've discovered what that is?" she asks Vickery, a bit tartly.

"I cannot claim any special knowledge of women, Miss Foxhaven," Mr. Vickery replies dryly. "My observation was based entirely on anecdote, acquaintance, and the writings of wiser philosophers and religious thinkers."

"And what is this prime virtue, Mr. Vickery?" Rebecca asks.

"Obedience," he says simply, gazing levelly into her eyes. "Or, if you prefer, submission." Rebecca' breath hitches for a second as she meets his dark, firm gaze.

"Well, there you go!" Twilwell exclaims with a laugh. "What do you think, Miss Foxhaven? Is obedience the most important virtue for a woman to possess?"