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By now Flint had a good amount of prick in her—easily as much as some other men had from crown to balls—and he shifted position, putting a leg up on the bed with her as he gripped her hips and began pumping into her with hard, fast thrusts. Abbey couldn’t imagine the reason for the strange stance… she’d never met a guy who’d done doggy style that way with her… until she realized he was doing it for the Baroness.

He was letting the Baroness see how his cock entered Abbey. And that awareness felt like a toy he was using on her, the Baroness’s voyeuristic enjoyment buzzing against Abbey’s clit like a vibrator… God, they really were double-teaming her, both of them using the other to get her off. And whatever else Abbey was, she guessed she was perverted enough to be turned on by that.

Flint drove himself in her to the balls. It was exciting, it was good, it kept getting better as he rode her. His prick slammed into her pussy, his hard abs smacking her ass. It was a beautiful fuck. Abbey even loved the squishing she heard as he pumped in and out of her slippery cunt. Liked the sound of their bodies smacking together. She was absolutely enthralled by how her sex kept churning with desire for more and more of his cock.

He was doing her hard and fast, too fast, he would come sooner than he would’ve if he’d paced himself, but this was a fuck Abbey hadn’t expected, shouldn’t have enjoyed, and she counted her blessings that something so surprisingly luscious had come out of the Baroness’s perverted orders.

And then she realized Flint’s big cock and impressive stamina weren’t the only bonuses she was getting together. Tension built in her pussy and along her belly, her body mounting a strong energy for another big climax.

“I’m going to come… I’m coming again… give it to me… fuck me!” Abbey cried.

“When did you come before, Abbey?” the Baroness teased mercilessly, her gloves steepled together, the leather rustling against itself. She wouldn’t do anything as unseemly as touch herself—not when they were paying attention—but her flesh was clearly growing sensitive and sweaty and lustful, her body readying itself for another go at Flint or Abbey or both. “Was it when you were watching me with Flint? Did you enjoy the show, you dirty little bitch? Were you looking forward to taking his cock the same way I did?”

Flint couldn’t help but react to the Baroness’s filthy words in her voluptuous accent. He rode Abbey’s arched ass faster, smacking her ass with his belly, then Abbey was coming, crying out loudly, voice quivering as she felt his hard cock enter her again and again. Then she felt Flint pull her ass to his groin, hold her down on its impalement as his body twitched and jerked with its own powerful orgasm.

“Take it, snake, take it! Put on a show for your—unghh—dirty fucking boss!” Flint panted.

Abbey felt his strong prick throbbing inside her, an earthquake wrapped in her cunt as it shot his rich ejaculate deep into her. His cum seemed to fill her pussy, her belly, all of her. Even after Abbey had finished coming, Flint was still spurting into her. She didn’t think it would ever stop.

When his dick softened, her overwhelmed mind swayed to the feeling of his cum trickling from her splayed pussy, running down her inner thighs. It was a lovely feeling. She wanted to stay bent over Flint’s cot forever, relishing the sensation of having been whitewashed.

But the Baroness had other plans for her. She hadn’t whetted her appetite with the show the lovers had put on just to be contented with seeing their satisfaction. She wrenched Flint out of Abbey, shoving him down to the floor, and then pressed a gloved finger into Abbey’s asshole. Slowly, irresistibly, it slid in all the way. Abbey found herself gulping, then gasping, as the feeling of her anal penetration simply grew and grew.

“Mistress,” Abbey panted, trying to phrase her seething lust in a suitably submissive manner for the Baroness’s kinks. “Would you like to—nhh—yes—eat my dirty little pussy? OOH! It’s full of Flint’s cum, but—ah!—I don’t deserve it! You’re more worthy of—yes, yes!”

She trailed off from there, but the Baroness didn’t seem to mind. She let out a witchy laugh as she flung Abbey down onto the bed.

“You’re right, Abbey. And it’s time I reward you personally for what a good plaything you’ve been. Show you the many benefits of pledging allegiance to COBRA—such as getting to be my personal bitch.”

She knelt before Abbey, but it was only a technicality of positioning. Abbey certainly didn’t feel in charge as the Baroness’s hot pink tongue lashed at her. Her clit grew under its ministrations, stiffening as if to soak up even more of the Baroness’s wet tonguing.

“Uuuuhhh!” Abbey wailed, squealing and laughing as the Baroness’s finger began to ram in and out of her asshole. It went deep inside of Abbey, the Baroness grinding the heel of her hand into Abbey’s taint, hotly, hornily, the leather glove a liquid caress that seemed to run through Abbey from her penetrated anus to her massaged perineum to the lusty licks of the Baroness’s tongue in her cunt.

Then her lips were on Abbey’s clit, sucking it hard. Abbey came so sharply it was like the Baroness had just arbitrarily ordered her to, juices gushing into the Baroness’s well-buried face. Her tongue kept stealing into Abbey’s sex, pushing through the rippling, convulsing folds. Abbey squealed excitedly, her climax still burning inside her, coursing back through her aroused cunt thanks to the Baroness’s lapping tongue.

“Yes, yes!” she gasped, not having to try to play the part of the Baroness’s submissive—the words swam into her head like the smell of strong perfume. “Let me serve you, mistress! Let me be your bitch!”

“I thought you would never ask,” the Baroness purred, her own breath quickening, and she moved quickly to mount Abbey’s body. She ripped the blonde’s legs open and threw a thigh over Abbey’s crotch so that she was straddling her lap, her dark-haired cunt resting against Abbey’s blonde one.

Abbey shrieked as they came together. She grabbed the Baroness’s hands, clasping the leather gloves tightly, and they rocked together in their strange embrace, cunt struggling against cunt. Abbey’s orgasm flamed again, the heat of her sex spreading to the Baroness, catching her pussy on fire too. The Baroness strained, her sex kissing Abbey’s, and Abbey felt with her most sensitive flesh how the Baroness’s labia opened, the juicy wetness inside her melding with Abbey’s own creamy cunt.

“Oh my fucking God!” Abbey groaned. “I’ll come again! I will!”

The Baroness purred with laughter. “As will I, my little slave. Mmmmm… how do you like being in Cobra so far?”

Seeing the two women rutting together, the Baroness on top of Abbey, Flint felt his lust return to him like it had never left. He also felt like it was about time for this Joe to get some offense in.

He picked himself up off the ground, gave his growing erection a few strokes from his own hand for luck, then set himself down on top of the two women, making sure that his cock went into Abbey right as the Baroness was jubilant over how her willing slave was getting off.

“OH GOD!” Abbey screamed as Flint entered her, her face becoming a mask of lust, her voice deepening to another timbre altogether—showing the Baroness what it looked like when she really came. “GOD! THAT’S INCREDIBLE!”

Not even the Baroness’s body on top of her could at all divert Abbey’s attention from the feel of Flint’s huge cock stretching her cunt once again. Flint pumped into her, already finding it difficult to stave off climax, but managing to suppress the urge. He wasn’t just enjoying himself. He was showing these Cobra bitches what GI JOE could do. He pistoned steadily, not increasing or decreasing the tempo at which he was pounding the blonde.

Abbey thought that when she came, it might be enough to drive her mad. Not only could she feel Flint’s fat cock filling up all of her folds, enlarging her cunt from the inside, but the Baroness’s clit was rubbing against her own. Meeting the sensation of being stuffed with another one, equally intense, from the outside.

Flint knew he was getting to Abbey when he saw her kissing the Baroness. It wasn’t out of love for her commanding officer. In fact, she was probably pissing the Baroness off by Frenching her without permission. But Abbey had no choice. She was using the Baroness’s mouth as a substitute for Flint’s, giving her all the passion Abbey would’ve liked to use on him. But all she could do, besides make out with the Baroness, was take his swollen cock and enjoy it.

Soon, Abbey needed even more stimulation, needed to do something more in response to his dicking. Her legs came up and wrapped around the Baroness, clinging to Flint’s thrusting hips. Even with their combined weight on top of her, Abbey managed to lift her body off the bed and join in Flint’s pumping. She did her best to meet Flint on his plunges into her, even with the Baroness in the way. As the three smacked together in a sandwich, Abbey’s pussy sucked at Flint’s prick, devouring as much of it as she could.

Soon, Abbey arched her body in a passionate convulsion, seemingly not noticing the Baroness’s weight, only trying to force her sex as far down Flint’s length as she could. Tensing every muscle in her body, she erupted, her voice bursting as much as her cunt: “OH WOWWW! FUCK! FLINT! FLINT!”

Now Flint felt ready for the main event. He kept his rutting cock moving inside of Abbey all while she experienced her climax. Once he was sure she had spent as much time at her peak as she could stand, he drew himself out of Abbey and rammed his cock into the Baroness’s dripping snatch. Two quick strokes and he was out of her, back inside Abbey’s gaping pussy. After that, he kept it at one thrust into each cunt, going so rapidly that neither woman noticed he was gone while he was fucking the other.

The Baroness orgasmed next. Flint wanted to keep her from losing the feeling. He wanted her to remember she’d come for him. He kept his prick buried in her folds until she was done.

Then he went back to Abbey, now keeping his prick deep inside her, rolling the Baroness off her goosepimpled body. The cot was just wide enough for the Baroness to lie beside Abbey while Flint pumped and rocked into her quivering pussy.

Abbey’s moans of pleasure rang in Flint’s ears as he lost himself in thrust after thrust to the bottom of her warm cunt. Now she dug her heels into the bed, using her strong legs to fling herself up to Flint’s ramming body. Flint was moving with lightning speed as their bodies came together, Abbey’s hungry young pussy being filled again and again.

Flint saw Abbey’s nostrils flare, her eyes shoot wide open, all of her body sharing in the reaction of her sheath clenching around his manhood. Her cunt was at the peak of its heat. He couldn’t fuck it any hotter. And so Abbey did the only thing she had left to do: she came.

Hugging Flint tightly to her body, her legs twining themselves around his, holding him relentlessly with arms and legs and cunt, her body jerked and trembled. Again and again she felt her pussy explosively gulp around him, sucking, milking his cock, and Abbey drowned in her own cunt’s spasms.

Any doubts she had about the Joes and Cobra fled her. This was what she wanted. Fucking the Baroness had been great, but getting fucked by Flint was unquestionably what she was meant for.

Flint waited until Abbey was at the apex of her climax, the highest point of her pleasure, and then he released the denying hold his mind had on his body. While Abbey kept thrashing underneath him, enjoying the throes of her rapture, he orgasmed himself—erupting into her with the rushing surge of a tidal wave.

A river of his cum gushed into her satisfied pussy, filling her with wet warmth, rewarding her for taking his cock. The fisted grip of her sex enhanced the sensation as he spurted into her womb again and again, always shooting straight through her fluttering cunt like he would satisfy for nothing less than breeding her.

And then, slowly, his firepower diminished until Abbey had taken all he had to shoot.

Both women laid on the cot, motionless as wilted flowers, unable to move after how much the ecstasy they’d experienced had taken out of their bodies. Neither could deny the greatness of the pleasure Flint had shown them.

Flint felt sated, but a long way from glutted. Maybe if he found Lady Jaye, then he’d be truly satisfied. Now that he’d dealt with these two snakes, he hoped they’d understand if he didn’t stick around to cuddle.

“Yo Joe,” he said over the quivering women, sighs of passion still fresh on their lips and warm cum still dripping from between their thighs.