Clearly no woman was out of bounds for these two.
Guy sucked on her nether lips, first one side, then the other; then he took them both together, tugging gently with his teeth, sending an exquisite stabbing heat through her pussy to her womb. She ground back into his mouth, silently pleading. He answered, thrusting his tongue inside her, flicking it hard across that tiny hidden key to her complete undoing.
Through misty eyes, she looked over to watch Thierry now pumping his exposed cock rapidly with one hand. She saw the tip shining with the first drop of his spunk. She licked her lips, staring at it, while Guy’s stiffened tongue thrust again and again into her throbbing sex.
Thierry delayed his ejaculation, suddenly taking his hand away, leaving his cock rearing up, the head an angry scarlet.
But her own fevered rush began, Guy working her mercilessly with his incredible tongue. Suddenly, before she could finish her ride, he withdrew his mouth from her, turned her to face him and lifted her against the broad trunk. She mewled in protest at having her climax interrupted, but then his cock pushed into her, filling her with one thrust. Her legs gripped his flanks, wrapped around him, the leather of her riding boots squeaking as her crossed ankles rubbed together. She knitted her fingers through his dark curls, until he commanded that she unlace her gown and let him have her breasts. Once again he did not ask politely, but she was in no mood to quibble over niceties this time.
Thierry moved closer, now standing less than an arm’s reach from the two of them. Her fingers fumbled over the laces at her throat. Suddenly simple knots were impossible conundrums. She couldn’t think with Guy savagely moving her up and down on his cock, her loosened hair catching on the tree bark, his breath scorching the base of her throat.
He growled at her for tangling the laces and then shouted, “Thierry! Come get her bubbies out.”
His friend stepped up with a grin and speedily untied her laces. Guy didn’t even break his rhythm. His shaft felt twice as large at this angle and with her weight supported only by his hands gripping her ass.
He grunted, thrusting his hips, pushing her harder against the tree. Thierry had her bodice unlaced and ripped her under-shift in his haste to expose her breasts. With a lean, cool hand he fondled her right breast, his thumb skimming the nipple; then he held it, while Guy took it into his mouth and sucked. Through half closed eyes she watched Thierry’s face. Somber, he observed his friend nursing at her breast, as the fucking steadily continued. Then he walked around the tree to her other side, cupped her left breast and muttered something in French. Guy grunted a reluctant reply that fluttered like a butterfly’s wings over her roused, swollen nipple. Thierry thanked him, bent his head and licked her left breast. She gasped, the walls of her sheath contracting on Guy’s broad shaft, as she advanced to her summit yet again.
Thierry closed his mouth over her areola and now they both suckled, their rhythm alternating so there was no respite from the delicious wet tugging. She peaked, squeezing her thighs around Guy’s waist, moaning loud enough to startle a flock of crows from the branches above. His teeth closed around her nipple, holding it without biting. As the last quake shook her body, he lifted her off his still hard cock.
What now? She opened her eyes just as she felt something else sliding in. An unfamiliar cock.
It was Thierry’s turn.
Guy stood to one side, watching, his eyes stern. “Don’t spend inside her,” he muttered, one hand stroking her hair. “That pleasure with this one is mine alone.”
Thierry smiled. “Can she come? Or is that forbidden with anyone but you too?”
“She’d better not.” He glared at her. “She climaxes when I allow it from now on. The little kitten is altogether too fond of pleasuring herself.”
Looking into his face, she knew he was trying to convince not only her, but himself, that he could do it this way, as he’d done with others.
Today she would make him see the truth.
Deorwynn stuck out her tongue over Thierry’s shoulder. “I’ll come when I like and as often as I like. With or without you.” And she moved herself faster on Thierry’s prick, wrapping her arms around his neck, pumping her hips. Laughing, Thierry stumbled back and sat on a tree stump. She arched her back, writhing madly, knowing what that would do to the man who watched, when he looked at her ass and the print of his hand upon it.
* * * *
Thierry grabbed her hips, trying to control the pace, before he erupted too quickly. But the result of her frenzied bouncing and Thierry’s anxious guiding of her buttocks, was that Guy had a full view of his friend’s darkened shaft disappearing inside her delicious pussy, to its full length and then back out again, right to the head. In and out. A steady, controlled rutting. Thierry’s balls were heavy and full, quivering each time she landed back down on his root, her delicate pink labia wetly kissing the furry mounds.