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Sarah Nora spread Prissy’s legs. “What a pulchritudinous little pussy you have, Prissy.”
“Yours is lovely as well, Sarah Nora,” Poppea said.
Prissy didn’t answer. She was too busy diving into Poppea’s sweet cream. Poppea had a splendid pussy with swollen red lips and a flavor of pears and vodka. Prissy lapped at her, tonguing her clitoris, eating at her soft folds, probing her tongue inside her entrance.
Poppea groaned and moaned, her words muffled by her face in Sarah Nora’s pussy. Sarah Nora, meanwhile, was sucking on Prissy’s hardened nub.
Prissy’s skin tightened, and little sparks skated across her. Oh, this woman could suck pussy. Prissy began moving her hips, undulating them, wanting so much for a hard cock to slide between them. As if reading her mind, Sarah Nora inserted first one and then two fingers into her. Prissy groaned against Poppea’s cunt, eating more voraciously as Sarah Nora finger-fucked her.
“Yes, Prissy, such a dazzling pussy, so hungry for me.” Sarah Nora inserted one more finger. “Can you take my fist, my darling?”
Prissy moaned into Poppea’s pussy. Yes, she screamed in her mind, but her hips answered for her, bearing down and taking what Sarah Nora was giving her.
Though Sarah Nora was petite, the sensation was much like a cock in her pussy. Suddenly, soft lips claimed her clitoris, and Prissy shattered around Sarah Nora’s fist.
Her climax fueling her, she reached into Poppea’s pussy and fingered her, bringing about the lady’s climax. And then Sarah Nora herself, her voice cutting through their moans and groans.
“Yes, Poppea darling. I’m coming, I’m coming.”
The three women, sated, sat up slowly, each smiling. Prissy looked toward the other end of the room and found Fannie and Angelica eating each other’s pussies, Angelica sitting on Fannie’s face. Soon they, too, climaxed together, gyrating and wailing.
Prissy stood. “Well, I can see now that all of our cunnies are red and swollen. We’ve all had our first climax of the evening, ladies. I’m so thrilled that we could share them together.”
“I suppose we cannot hog all the fun,” Angelica said. “We should join the gentlemen in the ballroom now. I, for one, could use a good cock.”
“And I,” Fannie said, “would love to have my arse spanked until it’s red as a beet.”
Prissy warmed all over. She looked down. Her own red lips were visible beneath her black bush. Oh, the gentlemen would be thrilled. They all loved a swollen cunt.
The ladies were all naked now, and Prissy grabbed several feather boas that were hanging in the wardrobe. She gave one to each of the ladies, saving the red one for herself. “If you will follow me, ladies, we shall join the gentleman.” Prissy led the ladies back to the ballroom.
Her husband, Percy, was already spanking the Baron Beaverhausen’s arse. Beaverhausen was leaned over a table with his fists bound to posts. The Earl of Gutenberg was sucking on the Earl of Hardwood’s cock. The man befit his name. Viscount McHunt, known as the voyeur in their circles, was watching and licking his lips lasciviously.
Prissy cleared her throat gently. “Well, I can see you have already started without us.”
Percy looked up from the leather paddle he was using on the Baron Beaverhausen. “From the looks of your cunnies, I’d say you’ve started without us as well.”
The ladies all giggled.
“Really, Percy, did you think we wouldn’t? You know how much I love a woman to suck on my pussy.”
Prissy climbed on the table where Baron Beaverhausen was bound. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve had my fill of pussy licking yet. Would you mind, Beaverhausen, sucking on my cunny while my husband whips you?”
“Not at all, my lady. Bring your sweet quim to me.”
Prissy scooted forward and braced herself with her arms on the table. She spread her legs. The Baron Beaverhausen began lapping at her cunny. Each time Percy landed another smack on his arse, Beaverhausen ate her pussy more greedily. Prissy climaxed again, and then again.
“I say, your arse is nice and rattled, chap. Why not give my wife’s cunt a rest? I think she needs her arse spanked now.”
Prissy tingled all over. She did love a good spanking. And though she’d been spanked by many, her own husband was the best and knew exactly how she liked it.
“Oh, Percy, I would truly love that.”
“Then come on down, my dear, and grab the posts. Beaverhausen, do go ahead and bind her. Let’s get my wife’s arse nice and red.”
Before she grabbed the post, Prissy looked around. She was the hostess, after all, and she needed to make sure her guests were enjoying themselves. All were occupied. Viscount McHunt was now licking Fannie’s pussy, and Angelica and Sarah Nora were both sucking on Gutenberg’s cock. Poppea was pleasuring herself with a glass phallus from one of the shelves, while Hardwood hovered above her, fucking her mouth. Prissy smiled. Her guests were having fun.
She grasped the posts, and Beaverhausen secured her wrists with a silk binding.
