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And Normandie loved having him driving into her so powerfully. Being bound ironically left her free to indulge in whatever sexual urges came to her; she knew she’d be taking Pat’s cock regardless. There was no avoiding it when she was tied up the way she was.

Her breasts felt like they would burst from all the heated blood filling them, making them heave, swelling her nipples. But they still couldn’t compare to the thrill she was receiving from Pat’s member driving so wildly into her hungry sex.

He fucked her with enough power to drive his entire endowment into her cunt. Normandie still had more room than he had cock, but her inner walls strained in perversely sweet discomfort, trying to take his lengthy girth.

The man was hung like a horse; he seemed determined not to leave one inch of her cunt unravished. And he didn’t allow her any say-so in that. Pat had total control of how they fucked.

Normandie could and did urge him on, but she could barely speak and words were her only tools. Words and the way she forced her inner muscles to massage his prick as he rammed it inside of her over and over again.

The feel of his thick blue veins and shifting foreskin twitching ever-so-slightly inside of her sensitive walls was all Normandie needed to get off. She climaxed, screaming at the top of her lungs.

It was fortunate indeed that Normandie was tied down so firmly. She strained and jerked and bucked as if she’d gone wild, but even a straitjacket wouldn’t have held her as securely as the bonds Pat had put on her. She seemed bent backwards by the force of what she was feeling and the restraint of her bound limbs, her positioning holding her firmly in line with Pat’s rutting cock.

“God,” Pat moaned, “your cunt feels like it’s trying to swallow me! I’ve never felt one so tight! How do you make yourself feel like such a virgin for me?”

“It’s not me! It’s you! You and that big swollen prick! I love the feel of how big it is—I just want more of it! Give me more! I want to come on it all over again!”

He made her do just that, another dozen strokes making her pussy convulse. She felt the muscles of her cunt quivering in a keen, pleasant ache. She’d never known something as dirty and base as fucking could feel so good.

Normandie tensed about his cock as he drove it inside of her for what felt like the hundredth time. She knew it was only a matter of seconds until his white-hot cum gushed from him. Even Pat’s indomitable phallus couldn’t long throb the way his appendage was doing now, pulsing against her tender walls, swelling to an even bigger size. Finally it exploded inside her with a surge of warm cum instead of flames or a blast.

The sudden fountain of his seed brought Normandie off again. They moaned together, Pat grasping her upper arms, shoving himself hard into the roundness of her aroused breasts until they were crushed flat against his chest. Normandie crossed her eyes with her sucking pussy getting so much of what it was built to receive.

Then the soothing afterglow came that followed on the heels of her pleasurable tempest. Normandie sighed, grinned, stared into Pat’s loving eyes. “I’d say you make me feel like a woman… but you made me feel halfway like an roaring engine, full of oil and raring to go!”

“Nowhere to go now,” Pat said in agreement, wiping the sweat from his forehead before he kissed her bee-stung lips.

He took his dripping wet cock from her sore slit and rested on the ground beside Normandie. She lay there, her outstretched arms still tied in place. Her well-used pussy throbbed from her harshly he had fucked her, droplets of cum running down her thighs.

By God, he was a loving man. And Normandie supposed she was a horny woman. She folded an arm underneath her head, making her breasts bobble in milky white splendor on her chest. The nipples were still long, wet, and hard from how Pat had treated them.

She looked further down her body, to her sweat-glistening tummy, and squeezed her legs shut. Between them, her cunt felt wetter than it ever had before. Everything beneath her ass was soaked in sheer wetness, either Pat’s or her own.

“You did very well, Mr. Ryan,” Lai said, emerging from the brush as if to get a closer look at Normandie’s sprawled body. “Let me be the first to offer you my congratulations on behalf of mistress Drake, who doesn’t look as if she’s in a fit state to show her appreciation.”

Squeaking with surprise, Normandie tried to rearrange her bound body to hide the foremost of her shame. Lai smiled at her, her grin still showing no more than sly insinuation even when Normandie knew the sight of herself was sin at its most debauched.

“Perhaps I could show you my appreciation.” Lai wore a qipao. When she opened it up, there was nothing underneath.

The sight of Lai’s naked body was familiar, but never more wickedly thrilling than when paired with Normandie and Pat’s own circumstances. Normandie saw her neat, hairless slit and flushed with guilt when she thought of Pat’s cum still dripping from her own center.

“Pat, she’s—“

“Remember we’re her guests,” Pat said curtly, shutting Normandie up.

Lai’s eyes lit up seeing the puddle between Normandie’s thighs. “I can see mistress Drake and I both have benefited from our acquaintance with Pat Ryan. In fact, that my own benefit has led to Normandie’s great satisfaction. I rarely misjudge social situations—this is a new occurrence, is it not? Brought to a head by this one’s humble contribution to the discourse…”

Her smile stretched from ear to ear, mockingly disparaging her own humility. She lowered herself down to Normandie’s bound form, opening up Normandie’s thighs with her hands and leering at the sex-swollen lips of Normandie’s dripping pussy.

“I think mistress Drake has outdone me… even I do not have so immense a reaction to Pat Ryan’s overtures. But then, I have somewhat familiarized myself to his effect on women. It is new to mistress Drake; she is quite unaccustomed to receiving such attention from a man. At least, a man of his quality. And never a woman like the Dragon Lady… for there are no women such as the Dragon Lady…”

Without the slightest attempt at permission, Lai stretched out on her stomach between Normandie’s thighs and buried her head in her lap. Normandie’s jaw fell: Lai was licking Pat’s cum right from her womanhood, thrusting her tongue deep inside her sex and lapping at the flaring tissue that had just held Pat’s shaft.

Did Lai know she was licking up Pat’s seed right alongside Normandie’s juices? She had to—was she attracted to Normandie or simply so enthused with Pat she would do even this for his ejaculate? Normandie found it hard to believe that the Dragon Lady would debase herself that much, even for a man like Pat Ryan… but then she found it all but impossible to think as a hot new lust pounded through her snatch. She simply couldn’t care, any more than Lai seemed to mind whether what she was tasting was male or female.

“Oh my word! What are you even doing to me?” Normandie’s breasts quivered as she pulled at her bonds. Even in her delirium, she knew that she wasn’t trying to push Lai away, but to put her hands on the back of Lai’s head and hold the Dragon Lady tight to her crotch.

She bucked her hips, grinding herself into Lai’s face—fucking herself on that long, agile tongue Lai had licking so deftly inside her.

Then she remembered Pat as his voice rang out, scorching Normandie’s ears with the reminder that he was there to observe her obscene enjoyment. “That’s good, Lai, lick it up,” he intoned. “I can see just by looking at her that your tongue feels a lot better than her hand. Lick her juicy cunt, Dragon Lady, get it nice and clean. Yeah, won’t be long until you’ve made her come with that work ethic!”

Lai’s impaling tongue soon cleaned the last traces of Normandie’s interlude with Pat from her tingling folds. Pat’s member trembled with its own violent resonance, watching how Lai delved deep into Normandie’s glistening sex.

Normandie felt her cunt spasm, the swollen lips throbbing maddeningly around Lai’s tongue. Amazingly, she was going from the orgasm Pat had brought her straight into one that was entirely due to the Dragon Lady! Grimacing and gasping, turning her head from side to side, Normandie seemed to have no choice but to grind her mound as fully as she could into Lai’s hard-working tongue.

Lai rolled her hands over Normandie’s sweating flesh, not stopping until she had reached her heaving breasts and begun to squeeze them, massage them. Then, much as she was enjoying herself, she took one hand away to slide it back down Normandie’s body.

Normandie shuddered, feeling her fingers touching what her hand had readied. Lai touched deep inside Normandie’s syrupy cunt, making her buck, while her tongue licked higher. Tracing the engorged bud of her clitoris.

“UNGGH! OH DAMN!” Normandie pumped her hips helplessly, relentlessly fucking herself as fast as she could on her new lover’s face. “That’s right, that’s right, suck my clit! Oh hell, I’m coming! It’s going all over your face!”

Her pussy spasmed hard as her climax overtook her, the throbbing convulsions of her sex erupting in a sudden flow of cream. It spewed into Lai’s face, dousing her while Lai happily licked at her spurting cunt, eager to taste what was soaking her.

Normandie’s eyes clouded over… only slowly could she see again. She looked at her two lovers—it seemed so insane that she had more than one, more than none—and sighed. They looked so appealing and innocent to have made her felt suck wicked things. Bits of grass clung to their sweaty flesh and caught in their tangled hair, as if to emphasize the naturalism of all this.

This was how beasts rutted, she knew, but that no longer seemed uncivilized or savage to Normandie. It seemed, in fact, like the pinnacle of what human love could achieve. Something of the Garden of Eden that they’d brought back to life. Of course it was beyond her understanding… she no longer sought to understand it, only enjoy it.