Threesomed 2(9)

By: New Dawning Books


She writhed on the comforter, as aroused by his passion as she was by her own. Gyorgy grasped her face between his palms and guided her mouth to his cock once again. Restrained and at their mercy, she gave in to helplessness and deep arousal as both men worked on her most sensitive spots. Gyorgy worked her breasts as he thrust into her mouth, and Tibor buried his tongue between her folds. She tightened deep inside, needing one of them to enter her.

When Francesca held up the glass dildo, Muca wondered if the lovely mother had read her mind. Hands slick with oil, Francesca lubricated the dildo and then with a smile, slowly penetrated Muca. Ah, she warmed it! She knows how to pleasure me.

Muca clamped down on the rigid toy, which was long and as thick around as a kielbasa. She arched her back, resisting the restraints, and her helplessness aroused her even more. Gyorgy pumped into her mouth as Francesca pumped into her pussy, both holes being sated at one time.

Gyorgy's body grew taut as he approached his climax. Muca watched the muscles on his belly flex with his movements, and with a deep groan, he came in her mouth thrusting into the back of her throat. She straightened her neck to take in all of him, swallowing cum that tasted sweeter than she expected. He must not eat much meat, being poor… His cum dribbled down her chin. Francesca licked it from her face, sharing his sweet nectar when Francesca slid her tongue into Muca's mouth. Muca jerked her hands hoping to squeeze Francesca's breasts, but she forgot about the restraints. Disappointed, she struggled with her aroused state.

"Nothing to fear, love," Francesca whispered in her ear. "I know what you want."

She lowered her blouse until her breasts drooped over Muca's face. A droplet of milk fell from one pert nipple, landing on Muca's lips. She licked off the sweet fluid, and gazed into Francesca's eyes, begging for more.

The mother rubbed her full breast over Muca's face until she took her nipple into her mouth. It didn't take much of a suck until Muca tasted the delicious ambrosia that flowed with such ease. As she sucked, Tibor rubbed his fingers against her swollen clit whilst Francesca worked that glass dildo deep inside her. Gyorgy left her side but she was so intent upon Francesca's delicious breasts that she soon forgot about him – until tiny tines scraped against her arm, making her skin erupt in goose bumps. She gasped with delight at the thrilling sensation. Francesca giggled, making her breasts bounce against Muca's face.

"Ah, I see Gyorgy has brought out his favorite toy. You'll love this, Muca. It's one of his more clever inventions." She grabbed his wrist and held his arm up. Two metal spikes built into a ring sat on his middle finger. So that's what he dragged against my skin, making me quiver so. I want more!

"What is that?" Muca asked.

"I call it a 'cat claw'," Gyorgy said. "I created it myself. I'm a blacksmith, you see, and when I'm not shoeing horses –"

"He shoes women," Tibor said with a chuckle.

"It's quite enticing," Francesca said. "Let him run it over your skin some more. Use a little pressure, Gyorgy. She'll love it."

As he dragged the Cat Claw over her forearm, she shivered at the sheer thrill of the erotic sensations it brought out in her. He pressed down hard, allowing the sharp tines to leave indentations in her flesh but not break the skin. Without missing a beat, Francesca moved the dildo slowly in and out of Muca, keeping time with her fevered writhing on the bed. She pressed her breast against Muca's cheek, and Muca turned towards the mound, taking that hard nipple once again into her mouth.

She closed her eyes to enjoy the full rush of her senses: the sweet flavor of mother's milk, the smell of rosemary, juniper, and olive oil, Tibor's labored breathing as he approached his wife from behind to enter her, the sharp tines against her belly as Gyorgy pressed the Cat Claw into her skin. When Francesca flicked her thumb over Muca's clit, Muca arched her back and came with a cry muffled against the young mother's breast. She groaned and twisted on the mattress, under the full spell of a climax so intense she lifted herself from the bed. Francesca groaned in her ear as the woman came, followed by Tibor's fevered thrusting at his own climax.

Spent, the four of them collapsed on the bed, which was much larger than most beds in which she had the pleasure of past trysts. She slept well, without fevered dreams she suffered for her years of living from scraps. In the morning, her new lovers surprised her with a breakfast so hearty she nearly returned to bed to sleep off the meal, but she had business to attend to. Very important business. She bid them farewell, promised to return in a fortnight with good news. She refused to reveal her news until she saw the fruition of her great plan. She left with the hot sun shining on her fur as she sauntered down the road on all fours, tail twitching behind her in excitement.

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