When he had played enough, he removed his fingers from Miranda’s sheath, neared her, and then thrust his cock inside, all the while letting his fingers glide through Anne’s cream. He worked his cock hungrily through Miranda’s chamber, trying to find the satisfaction that he needed. He felt positively bestial, and the only thing that mattered was satisfying his primal needs. He leaned forward, clasped Anne’s bottom, and began licking her orchid as he continued to thrust wildly, serving his lustful desires.

When he pulled back from Anne, he told her to lie on the table, straddling Miranda so that her feminine folds faced him. Once in position, he removed his cock from Miranda and entered Anne. He thrust in and out of her tight sheath, one that had only recently discovered the joy of intercourse. When he felt himself nearing release, he removed his cock and thrust it inside of Miranda, and though her experienced sheath was not as tight as Anne’s youthful vessel, her experienced muscles pulled and squeezed his member sublimely. He beat wildly, until he once again needed to savor Anne’s tighter sheath, and so he reentered her, causing the younger woman to moan in pleasure.

He groaned loudly as he played, continuing to alternate between passion chambers of the lusty women until he could continue no longer. Fatigue threatened to overcome him, and his need to feel the sensation of the release was irresistible.

Both women begged to be the one, but Newland, having lost all control, acted only upon his physical needs. He entered Anne’s tight sheath, and placed his fingers inside of Miranda’s, never breaking rhythm. Anne was near climaxing, and he felt her body move ever closer to the peak when she squeezed his member harder with each of his strokes. He was close and finally reached the point of no return. He rubbed Miranda’s pearl more intensely, controlling her pleasure so that she would release at the same moment that he spilled into Anne. He waited for Anne’s body to clench, and when he felt her climax exploding, he beat harder and faster, rubbing Miranda so that when he spilled, the women crested simultaneously. The three lay there for some time, satiated and exhausted. Then finally rousing herself, Miranda said, “I shall fetch you some tea, Sir.”

“Yes, that would be lovely,” Newland said, still breathless.

When Newland had quite recovered, the chambermaids toweled him dry, and then helped him to dress. And before the maids left the room, he kissed each of their foreheads and bid them adieu. He was too tired to think about the other events of the day. He would have his tea, relax, and read a book. But as Newland closed his eyes to rest, the image of the Countess reappeared.

Chapter 8

Every year on the fifteenth of October Fifth Avenue opened its shutters, unrolled its carpets and hung up its triple layer of window-curtains.

By the first of November this household ritual was over, and society had begun to look about and take stock of itself. By the fifteenth the season was in full blast, Opera and theatres were putting forth their new attractions, dinner-engagements were accumulating, and dates for dances being fixed. And punctually at about this time Mrs. Archer always said that New York was very much changed.