Page 31 of Sure as Shooting

Chapter Thirteen

What a wonderful treat to stumble upon on this table of broken granite cliff.

It was rude to spy on someone when they didn’t know you were there, Belle knew. But when she hoisted herself up the last rocky outcropping, leveraging herself using the trunk of a gnarled dead pine, she was unbelievably stunned at what she saw.

Major Ashbury on his knees, inhaling the stupendous length of Dr. Whitney’s prick.

Belle was so astonished by the completely unexpected sight, she fell back against the dead tree trunk, sucking in her breath.

She had known that they enjoyed canoodling about together, as she’d seen them both emerge from Huntley’s bedchamber one morning with telltale satisfied expressions. But she hadn’t heard any enormous proclamations of lust, especially not the fresh and lascivious things Whit was now loudly proclaiming. “Do it, Hunt. Suck my big Indian cock. Eat my hot load of tasty jism until you’re full.” When Whit had lapped at her clitoris not hours ago, his mouth had been too busy to make any such proclamations, and it pleasantly shocked Belle to hear such bawdy talk coming from the devilish surgeon.

It was way too late to make her presence known—it would pile on the agony if, in addition to being known as a spy, she didn’t allow Major Ashbury to complete his lewd act to fulfillment. What a sight it was, Huntley clinging to Whit’s sinewy hip while massaging his scrotum. Whit with thighs spread, gripping a handful of the major’s beautifully glossy hair.

Belle was amazed at the girth of Whit’s penis. She’d seen few white men naked in her life, and of course less than a few with erect tools, but Whit seemed fully twice as long and thick as her husband or lover had been. Instead of frightening her, this excited Belle. A trickle of juice seeped from her pussy and ran down her inner thigh as she clasped her bear robe closer about her. Her entire body buzzed with a strange energy, an unknown excitement at watching these two handsome men perform what surely was an unnatural act.

When Whit came, Huntley boldly gulped. Belle had performed that trick with her French beau, and she knew how difficult it was to gulp such a bursting load. By the time Huntley was finished with his meal and leaned weakly against Whit, Belle was light-headed.

And then Whit saw her. She should have pulled up stakes and departed back down the cliff. That way her lack of manners would never be known. When Whit’s eyes widened and he cried out, “Belle!” she knew she was buggered. She had to step forward and admit she’d been watching.

“How long have you been standing there?” Whit demanded, although he had a twinkle in his eye. He stuffed his cock back into his trousers but didn’t bother buttoning them, and he dragged Huntley forward by the arm. Amusingly, Huntley had such an erection the bulge threatened to pop the buttons on his own buckskins.

“Oh, I only just now arrived here.” Belle knew they didn’t believe her whopper. She hugged herself and glanced about at glistening banks of ice, smooth rock walls that plummeted nearly straight down for a thousand feet. She felt very insignificant and weak, waiting for their response. If they were embarrassed enough, she could lose her maid’s position.

Whit observed her closely. “Did you enjoy what you saw?”

Belle looked to Huntley to gauge how she should respond. He stared intently at her but gave her no clue. His erection hadn’t subsided, and he seemed unconcerned with covering it. She looked meekly back to Whit. “Yes?” she said uncertainly. Bolder, she added, “Yes. I did?” It still sounded like a question.

Apparently it was the correct response, for a smile lit up Whit’s face, and he gripped her warmly by both shoulders. “I’m so glad, my Open Peony Blossom.”

Belle had always felt comfortable with Whit. Huntley, too, seemed to be thawing, so she ventured coquettishly, “I enjoyed watching the major suck on your ‘Jade Stalk.’”

“I believe you can call him Huntley now, Belle,” Whit advised.

Belle tested out the word, with lowered head regarding Huntley from under her lashes. “Huntley.” He bestowed her with his handsome, relaxed grin, so she continued, “It aroused me very much to watch him swallow your…” She felt even sillier then, saying “Heavenly Dragon Pillar,” so she dared to continue. “Your penis. It seemed like such a…mouthful.”

Whit laughed fully then, tossing back his head and exposing his muscular throat, where Huntley had laid it bare by clawing aside his scarf. “A mouthful? I am flattered.”

Huntley shrugged. “She’s right, you know, Whit. Maybe I’m not such a bumbling sucker, after all.”

Belle laughed freely at Huntley’s double entendre. “Oh, who implied that you were?”

Huntley hitched his chin at Whit. “This fellow here, a highly esteemed surgeon of the world, implied that you took me for some sort of unskilled gump—”

“Hey now!” Whit interrupted, turning to face his partner. “Huntley. Why don’t you rise to this challenge?”

He already has, Belle thought, suppressing a giggle when she looked down at Huntley’s bold erection.

Whit continued, “As you know, Belle here is a woman of great appetite. But if she’s afraid my size, perhaps she’d enjoy experimenting with something not quite as threatening.”

Belle instantly took Whit’s meaning, but it seemed to take two or more seconds for it to sink in for Huntley. When it did, he frowned something fierce. “You tomfool blockhead! I resent your implication.”

Belle felt sorry for her employer then. While it was probably true that not many men on the planet could boast of such a horse’s cock as Whit, it was evident that the major—Huntley—was capable of engorging his buckskins with an appetizing fullness. And Belle was intrigued. Taking Huntley now by his coat sleeves, she soothed him. “Huntley. What Whit says is true. About me, I mean. He’s manipulated thousands of women with his amazing technique, and he claims that I am by far the most…” She looked to Whit for assistance.

“Responsive,” Whit supplied.

“Responsive of any woman he’s treated yet.” She searched Huntley’s eyes for signs of trust. “It’s a thing very easily learned—the manipulation part. Would you like to learn?”

Whit stepped so closely he nearly stood on their toes. “We can show you how to give a woman an orgasm.”