Chapter 16
Thorburn smiled, stood up and began putting his shirt back on. He laced it up and put on the jacket, starting in on the buttons. Ailene thought, that's what it all boils down to, dinna it. Trust. Trust my husband, trust his love is true and nae misplaced. Trust his brothers, trust that they will be discreet and nae bring shame to her or Stuart. Trust myself. Trust that I will nae feel like a whore and that I can handle whatever happens and make it work.
Ailene said, "What exactly were you hoping for? Do I kneel, bend over a sack of potatoes? What?
Thorburn paused on his last button.
"Well, unless I'm mistaken, that's your second dress of the day. I suppose you should leave here with the dress in as good of shape as ye entered. I would suggest taking it off."
"You want me naked?"
"Aye. You're a lovely lass and a man needs a little beauty in his life," Thorburn responded.
He waited to see what she would do, nae wishing to push her one way or the other until she was ready. When she began unfastening her dress, he rushed to unbutton his coat, then tore at the laces of his shirt, tearing it off over his head. He stepped up to Ailene and helped her loosen the laces of her stays, pushed her dress down over her hips and helped her step out of them. She raised her arms and he lifted her shift over her hips, her breasts, her head.
She was self conscious of her nudity. She'd been naked last evening for her strapping, but she'd had no control over that. Stuart had her naked and tied before they entered the room. This seemed worse, somehow, as she'd participated in her undressing before him. He helped her with her shoes and stockings. When she tried to cover herself, he pulled her hands out, holding them outstretched, his eyes hungry.
"Nae lass, I want to look. I envy Stuart. To look at this each evening in the firelight could make a man die happy."
"Then apparently, you're going to die happy, because thus far, you've seen me in this state as much as Stuart this week," Ailene said.
"Well, aye," Thorburn laughed, "but nae in the firelight."
"I guess you're going to have to be satisfied with candlelight. What are we doing anyway?"
"I laid my cloak in that corner there," Thorburn said. "Give me a minute to remove my kilt and I'll lie on the bottom. I'm used to sleeping on the ground."
"Would that this were just sleeping," Ailene mumbled as Thorburn removed the balance of his clothes.
He was a hard man, thickly muscled, battle scarred. His shaft was as formidable as she remembered, though nae yet at full strength. He laid down on his cloak and patted his side. Ailene walked over and began to lie head to head, but he lifted her and turned her about so that she was facing his stiffening manhood while her legs were straddling his chest. As wide as his chest was, she felt she was straddling a horse and was fully aware of how spread her sex and ass must appear to him.
"Frang tells me the French call this soixante-neuf, 69," Thorburn said, before burying his mouth in her sex.
Did the Cameron men take lessons on this, Ailene thought. Everyone of them could turn a woman's insides to jelly with their mouth in an instant. He looked like a rough man, a violent man, but the touch of his tongue was light and delicate, his lips soft and pliant. He planted little kisses along the ridges of her folds, gently teasing her flesh with soft nips of his teeth. Aye, nae question that he knew what he was doing down there and would soon have her panting like a dog, again. It was so unfair. She wanted nae to like this, that somehow she would be more faithful to Stuart if she did nae like it quite so much. Unfortunately, her body betrayed her, because it liked everything he did and her juices began to flow. She grasped his weapon and surrendered her mouth to it. She knew what Stuart liked, and figured if he liked it, Thorburn would like it and she was right, his cock swelling in her mouth.
Her mouth rose and fell, his cock filling her mouth with it's full, impressive size. Her tongue swirled about the massive head, tickling the tender spots below the head and just above the slit. She felt Thorburn start a soft sucking motion on her clit and her flow increased, coating his mouth with her liquid essence. She began to moan and slide her sex back and forth on his tongue and lips, turning into a wanton once more. Her mouth sank onto his cock, granting him access to her throat, no matter the thickness of his organ. At least it would muffle the sounds escaping her throat as he heated her sex to the boiling point.
When she felt she could stand nae more, he sank two fingers in her sheath and another massive digit in her tight ass. Her body immediately surrendered and she felt herself contracting on his fingers in strong, pulsating waves. At that moment, she could nae continue sucking his cock as her lungs were struggling for breath. When the spasms lessened, she thought to continue with her oral ministrations but he stopped her.
"Nae this time," he said. "I wish to cum in your ass."
Ailene turned and looked at him. "You canna hope to get that thing in me, Thorburn. You're too big and it's too small. It's nae happening."
"Aye, I think it can, done the right way," he insisted.
"To me, any way seems like the wrong way. You'll split me open with that thing."
"I'll wager two silvers," Thorburn said. "I've got to make my money back some way."
"What's the wager," Ailene asked.
"That we try this in the way that I suggest, and if it's too uncomfortable, and too painful for you to tolerate, I'll give you the two silver coins and I go away unsatisfied."
"Sounds like an easy two silvers to me. All I have to say is that it's too painful, and I win the silvers."
"I'll trust you to be honest with me. If it really is too much, say so, and the bets yours. But if you can take it and maybe enjoy it, the wagers mine, agreed?"
"Aye, I'll agree, but I'm nae thinking I'll like it."
"Is the butter crock down here?" Thorburn asked.
"Aye," she replied, quizzically.
"Put it here beside my hand," and he pointed to a spot beside his right hand.
Ailene got the crock and placed it in the indicated location.
"Now kneel down with your cunt in my face."
She did as he bid and once again she found his talented tongue and mouth creating wonderful butterflies in her womb, increasing her excitement, dampening her sex. This time, he also spent some time tonguing the brown rosebud of her anus, spreading both his saliva and her own essence over the tight little orifice.
"Now slide your body down and put my cock at the entrance to your ass. Spread your legs as wide as you can."
"As good as I feel right now and as wet as you tried to make me, I still dinna see your cock going into that hole. Canna be done," she said.
But as she said it, she felt his hand between her nether cheeks, spreading something cold and slippery on both her hole and his prick. The butter!
"Just ease down. You're in control. I'll nae move until you tell me."
Ailene felt the huge head at the sphincter of her ass. Both his prick and her ass were slicker than she would have thought possible and as she eased down, she felt the head pushing at the muscular little opening, spreading it over his plum shaped head. Tight, a little painful, but more bearable than she would have ever guessed. She slid down a little more, the head popping inside and the sphincter was able to shrink again over the smaller shaft. It was more a pressure than a pain, a feeling of incredible fullness. Really, the worst was over. Once the head was inside, it was more discomfort than pain. She continued to slide down his pole. She could feel it poking at her insides, but nae too bad. She was surprised when she found her sex in contact with his pubic bone, leaking her fluids into his groin hairs.
"Heavens, I'd nae have believed it were I nae living it," Ailene whispered softly.
"Slide up and down a bit. See how well you take a little movement," Thorburn suggested.
While she started to rock up and down, nae more than a finger's width each time, Thorburn put a bit more butter on his thumb and began stroking at her fleshy nubbin.
"Aye, that feels good," she moaned, breath coming faster.