Threesomed 2(7)

By: New Dawning Books


"My Puss in Boots has a hot little pussy eager for my touch," Muca bit her lip to keep from laughing. Why is it when men are aroused they say the most ridiculous things?

"You're doing fine, Gyorgy. You'll go places with your talented tongue. How old are you? You're young for someone with so much expertise in pleasing a woman."

"I'm twenty years old this past summer. And I'm going nowhere but between your thighs, kitty." As he buried his face in her mound, she lifted her bum to give him better access.

So he's younger than I thought! I haven't had a young lover in a very long time. Between Francesca and Gyorgy, I'll never get any sleep. She tightened around his fingers as he thrust them home against her most sensitive spot. So intent upon her own arousal was she, that she had forgotten to pleasure Francesca, who tapped her on the top of her head to remind her to get her tongue in working order. Muca giggled and licked her from one end of her warm slit to the other, making Francesca shiver with delight.

"Keep that tongue working on me, kitty." Francesca growled in the heat of her lust. Muca tightened her own pussy as the delightful voice purred in her ears. "You're amazing. And that tongue! Just a little rough, being you're a saucy pussy."

True, even after transformation her tongue never became completely smooth. When a new lover experienced her textured touch for the first time, she enjoyed the moaning, crying, and agonized writhing. Francesca's body twisted and tightened as Muca went down on her. Muca turned into a quivering and aroused bundle of lust.

Gyorgy entered her without warning. She straightened her back, momentarily losing track of her ministrations to Francesca. Not many men took her by surprise in this manner, and she tightened around him at the excitement of being grabbed and pinned. She liked the way he took charge, taking her without asking permission, although she would have given him her body if he asked. That he didn't, made her want to turn on him and fuck him until he came hard inside her.

His cock was thick and rigid, filling her to the brim. He thrust into her, all the while strumming her clit with his fingers, driving her mad with ecstasy. She writhed in his grip, his expert thrusting and fingering bringing forth erotic sensations she hadn't felt in far too long. She plunged her fingers deep inside Francesca, and the woman wriggled as Muca went work on her core. Her bud stood erect in her mouth as she nibbled and sucked. A few fingers found their way to her taint and pressed gently against it, and with a shudder Francesca's body tightened like a coil and sprung free, writhing against the man whose hard arms continued to hold her steady. Muca lifted her headlong enough to see milk pour from the ecstatic woman's breasts, flowing over her mounds and spurting in the air. Muca hadn't seen such a sight in many years, and the gushing fluid made her hot and sweaty all over. Her fingers never missing a beat as they rubbed Francesca's clit, fluid gushed from the mother's core, smearing its warmth all over Muca's hand. She buried her face between her folds and kissed her with passion. Her feminine musk aroused Muca. She came hard against Gyorgy, who pounded into her flesh with such abandon Muca feared he'd push her face-first to the floor. Waves of pleasure rolled over her body as she came around his hard cock. She tightened, loosened, then tightened again, never coming up for air and not once releasing Francesca from her sensuous grasp. Although she arched her back in the throes of her orgasm, removing her mouth from Francesca's sex, her fingers worked the woman inside and out as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

With a cry, Gyorgy exploded inside Muca, grinding his cock in corkscrew motions inside her until he collapsed next to her, his face resting against her bum. She rested, with her face against Francesca's belly as she stroked her breasts with her hands. They stroked each other, brother caressing sister, lover caressing lover, until a strapping sunburned gentleman stood before them, carrying a tray. Muca recognized him. He was Francesca's husband.

"You three look like you need ale," his deep voice boomed against the beamed ceiling. "Sit up, drink, and catch your second wind. I see you enjoyed yourself, my lovely wife." His gaze traveled from her hazel eyes and down to her full breasts where he stopped long enough to lick his lips with desire she felt as much as he did. When he saw her boots, she watched the confused recognition wash across his face. "And who is your alluring friend?"

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