she stopped thinking at all, giving herself up to the gratification she was experiencing.
Berry’s cock pounded inside her, his balls bouncing off her with each climax-inducing thrust. She found herself sucking of Ran’s equally forceful and demanding cock, which was matching Berry thrust for thrust. Hermione moved her hands to enable male nipples to be squeezed and seduced and was rewarded by male groans of appreciation.
Hands were hard on her arse, lifting it, squeezing it, and— Oh, sweet glory!— entering a finger into the warm of its welcoming depth. She knew she keened and was pleased her lovers understood the pleasure it conveyed. Her nipples were nipped and caressed, she knew not by which man or manner, and a mouth suckled deeply at her clit.
Her climax was near, and she felt the deep throb that extended throughout her body, felt the singing in her ears, the trembling of her limbs, and the desire to fly. Her mouth so recently full of cock was suddenly empty as Ran pulled out and away slightly, to rub his cock against her neck. She could feel the warmth and wetness as it caressed her.
“Come, my love. Announce to the world your excitement.”
Without further notice, she shattered and flew with a shout of joy and exultation, the decibels of which could have shattered glass and set the church bells ringing.
“Now, it is now; it is…yes, yes, yes! Oh, my lords, now…aagghhhhhhh, oh yes.” She wished she could shout louder, uncaring who may overhear. This was her glory, and she reveled in it.
The movements in her pussy increased.
With a murmured, “May I?” she felt Ran’s cock once more seek the warmth of her mouth. Without being told, Hermione matched stroke for stroke, strength for strength. And, if asked, she would have said she feared it impossible, but both cocks seemed to swell and harden more. As she felt the salty taste of male arousal fill her mouth and heard both men begin to shout out their release and felt said releases fill her, she clenched muscles, sucked harder, and her own climax reintroduced itself twofold.
They came within seconds of each other, their sounds of completion competing and entwined, as were their bodies. The scent of aroused, satisfied lovers permeated every pore. The sound of harsh, satisfied breathing filled the room.
Steadily their breaths began to regulate. Still no one moved. Hermione rather thought no one wished to be first to break the circle.
Chapter Four
Soon, Berry thought, soon he would have no recourse but to disengage and move. Alas, he feared he would collapse onto one of his lovers such was the weakness he felt in his knees and the light-headedness invading him. Never before had any lovemaking drained him thus. This time, with both his loves entwined, his body was totally emptied.
Beside him, he felt Ran stir, heard him mutter, “Incredible,” and watched as he withdrew his cock from Hermione’s mouth. As if in slow motion, he saw her smile, felt her stretch, and his cock slipped gently out of her. Her lips, rosy red—whether from pleasuring or artificial enhancement he knew not—still glistening with the evidence of Ran’s climax, smiled a deeply satisfied smile, one of total satiation. The glow was reminiscent of glorious nipples, hot clits, and hard cocks, mimicked by the red lace tied so enticingly around her neck. It was all he needed to be reminded of their tumultuous lovemaking. He stood, moved to one side, and sank onto the bed, his limbs trembling as if in the aftermath of a debilitating fever. He felt the sway of the bed as his two lovers moved to lay prone next to him.
“Well?” Ran sounded breathless, restless, and impatient. He could feel Hermione’s uneven breath as she lay between them.
“Oh, so good.” Hermione’s voice was slurred and satisfied. “You, gentlemen, were magnificent. I salute you.”
Berry laughed. “As I believe our cocks did you.”
Hermione’s laugh was throaty and sent messages of
Berry’s cock pounded inside her, his balls bouncing off her with each climax-inducing thrust. She found herself sucking of Ran’s equally forceful and demanding cock, which was matching Berry thrust for thrust. Hermione moved her hands to enable male nipples to be squeezed and seduced and was rewarded by male groans of appreciation.
Hands were hard on her arse, lifting it, squeezing it, and— Oh, sweet glory!— entering a finger into the warm of its welcoming depth. She knew she keened and was pleased her lovers understood the pleasure it conveyed. Her nipples were nipped and caressed, she knew not by which man or manner, and a mouth suckled deeply at her clit.
Her climax was near, and she felt the deep throb that extended throughout her body, felt the singing in her ears, the trembling of her limbs, and the desire to fly. Her mouth so recently full of cock was suddenly empty as Ran pulled out and away slightly, to rub his cock against her neck. She could feel the warmth and wetness as it caressed her.
“Come, my love. Announce to the world your excitement.”
Without further notice, she shattered and flew with a shout of joy and exultation, the decibels of which could have shattered glass and set the church bells ringing.
“Now, it is now; it is…yes, yes, yes! Oh, my lords, now…aagghhhhhhh, oh yes.” She wished she could shout louder, uncaring who may overhear. This was her glory, and she reveled in it.
The movements in her pussy increased.
With a murmured, “May I?” she felt Ran’s cock once more seek the warmth of her mouth. Without being told, Hermione matched stroke for stroke, strength for strength. And, if asked, she would have said she feared it impossible, but both cocks seemed to swell and harden more. As she felt the salty taste of male arousal fill her mouth and heard both men begin to shout out their release and felt said releases fill her, she clenched muscles, sucked harder, and her own climax reintroduced itself twofold.
They came within seconds of each other, their sounds of completion competing and entwined, as were their bodies. The scent of aroused, satisfied lovers permeated every pore. The sound of harsh, satisfied breathing filled the room.
Steadily their breaths began to regulate. Still no one moved. Hermione rather thought no one wished to be first to break the circle.
Chapter Four
Soon, Berry thought, soon he would have no recourse but to disengage and move. Alas, he feared he would collapse onto one of his lovers such was the weakness he felt in his knees and the light-headedness invading him. Never before had any lovemaking drained him thus. This time, with both his loves entwined, his body was totally emptied.
Beside him, he felt Ran stir, heard him mutter, “Incredible,” and watched as he withdrew his cock from Hermione’s mouth. As if in slow motion, he saw her smile, felt her stretch, and his cock slipped gently out of her. Her lips, rosy red—whether from pleasuring or artificial enhancement he knew not—still glistening with the evidence of Ran’s climax, smiled a deeply satisfied smile, one of total satiation. The glow was reminiscent of glorious nipples, hot clits, and hard cocks, mimicked by the red lace tied so enticingly around her neck. It was all he needed to be reminded of their tumultuous lovemaking. He stood, moved to one side, and sank onto the bed, his limbs trembling as if in the aftermath of a debilitating fever. He felt the sway of the bed as his two lovers moved to lay prone next to him.
“Well?” Ran sounded breathless, restless, and impatient. He could feel Hermione’s uneven breath as she lay between them.
“Oh, so good.” Hermione’s voice was slurred and satisfied. “You, gentlemen, were magnificent. I salute you.”
Berry laughed. “As I believe our cocks did you.”
Hermione’s laugh was throaty and sent messages of
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