Chapter 12 - A day in the Fields
I came awake with a start, slut two shaking me vigorously. "Hurry up, cock one!
The Master is due soon, and I have to make sure you are prepared. You are to
serve in the fields today." I slid off the plush, silk covered bed, and was
quickly drawn to the bath alcove by the slave girl. Slut one was attending to
twat one in the same way. We were quickly bathed and dried. Gone was the
sexually stimulated playfulness of slave pair body sluts of the pervious night.
They were now all strictly business as they attended to our grooming with well
practiced expertise.
I was surprised to find that I was completely refreshed, and wide awake. After
the excesses of the night before, and so little sleep, I expected to be still
tired and lethargic. The fact that the passage of time happened differently in
the realm was obviously true. The other thing that amazed me was the fact that
my balls were full and round again, brimming with sap, not withstanding the
amount of juice they had shed the night before. It was now all business. Our
long hair was brushed out until it shone, and then tied into pony tails. Soft
leather sandals were strapped to our feet, and we were urged to the large square
slave mat that lay on the floor of our chamber, immediately before the door.
No sooner had we knelt in readiness than the door opened, and Overlord Sextius
swept into the room. He was flanked by an overseer of lesser rank, and,
ominously, a slave pair whippers. After a quick inspection of our bodies
Overlord Sextius commanded us to follow. Once we had left the chamber, and the
door had been closed I, remembering Overlord Sextius' announcement that I was to
pleasure the door slave each time his prick/handle was used, crouched before the
captured male and prepared to suck his stiff, throbbing cock off. A line of fire
erupting on my arse slabs caused me to squeal in pain, and stop immediately. "I
said, each time you enter your chamber, cock one. Not when you are leaving it!"
Overlord Sextius projected angrily.
As we crawled off down the hallway I noted an expression of disappointment
momentarily flash across the features of the door slave. It matched my own, for
I had wanted to suck his beautiful cock off just as desperately as he yearned
for it to be sucked. My arse cheeks still stung with hurt while we moved down
towards the main doors of the palace. The door were swung open, and we ventured
out into the perfect sunlight. The day was glorious, pleasantly warm, with a
breath of breeze fluttering the emerald green of the trees that lined the sandy
driveway.
For nude stable slaves stood patiently, holding the reins of saddled unicorns
for the overseers and slave pair whippers. The young males' pricks snapped to
wanton attention immediately they came under the influence of Overlord Sextius.
They handed each dominant a set of reins, and then ran off to the stables, their
pricks collapsing as soon as they were out of range of the maddening fragrance
of the overlord. Long chains were quickly attached to the rings in front of our
collars, and the four dominants mounted their legendary steeds.
Our bizarre group trotted off, with twat one and I running along behind, out
huge tits flopping around on our chests, and out long, limp pricks swinging
wildly with our gaits. After about five minutes, during which we had worked up
quite a sweat, the unicorns were drawn to a halt before two naked male slaves,
busily tending to a patch of vegetables. The two slaves looked up when we
approached, their cocks springing to throbbing erection in the presence of
Overlord Sextius.
"Slave pair twat-cock, suck these slaves off. Be quick about it! We have a lot
of slaves to service before the day is out." Overlord Sextius commanded. Twat
one and I had our eager mouths full of hot, pounding prick almost before the
Master's order had been completed. Within a minute my talented mouth had caused
the long, thick cock buried down my throat to explode in ecstasy, and I wildly
gulped down the streams of aromatic cock cream it surrendered. I allowed the
spent, but still achingly stiff prick to escape the sensual clutches of my mouth
as soon as I had drained the slave's balls of every drop of their juice. Twat
one also achieved her erotically demeaning task in a similar time.
As soon as we had drained this pair of slaves Overlord Sextius, and the slave
pair whippers, re-mounted their steeds, and we all trotted off towards the next
set of figures we could see in the distance. The other overseer remained with
the field slaves, who had returned to their toils immediately after we had
finished servicing them. Over the next four of five hours twat one and I must
have sucked off a hundred and forty to a hundred and fifty pairs of stiff,
throbbing cocks, and drank awesome amounts of ripe, musky ball cream. But,
perhaps the most harrowing aspect of our ordeal was the fact that we were
constantly within range of Overlord Sextius' potent aroma, and our cocks and
cunt splits remained constantly, acutely aroused.
Eventually we reached the outer limits of the realm, and Overlord Sextius called
a halt. He, and the slave pair whippers, dismounted and a couple of large bags
that had been tied to the pommels of the two steeds slave pair whippers road,
were detached. They emptied these bags to reveal the makings of a picnic. A
portable table and three foldable chairs had soon been set up, and a feast of
fruits set out on the table. Two large dog dishes were set on the ground next to
the table, and filled with large portions of the fruit salad.
Both twat one's, and my bellies ached with the need to void both our bowels and
bladders after the enormous amounts of cock cream we had consumed. Overlord
Sextius, sensing this, commanded us to relieve ourselves before we ate. We both
flushed with humiliation when we were led over to a small clump of bushes, and
required to accomplish this most private of bodily function in full view of the
dominants. It was going to be especially degrading for me, of course, because my
long cock remained strongly erect, and arched up my belly, and its position
would cause the stream of piss it surrendered to spurt uncomfortably close to my
face. Not withstanding our extreme humiliation, we still sighed with pleasure
while emptying our bowels and bladders, my stream of urine arching high into the
air, past my face, before splashing down onto the ground in front of me. The
earth seemed to be weirdly sponge like for, as soon as our urine and excrement
had fallen onto it, the waste disappeared, magically consumed by the rich earth.
"Twat one, I counted twelve occasions where you took longer than a minute to
drain the prick you were sucking of its juice. Cock one, you were seen to err on
ten occasions in this respect. Such tardy performance will not be tolerated. I
don't no how much later we would have been on the outward trek, had I not been
present to assist you by arousing the lusts of the slaves you serviced. Your
performance must improve." Overlord Sextius announced, telepathically. We
shuddered with shame and dread. We had displeased the Master. What would his
reaction be?
The answer, of course, was inevitable. "Present you fat tits for punishment
slave pair twat-cock!" He commanded, "Twat one, keep your lewd prick out of the
way!" He added menacingly, then addressed the slave pair whippers. "Slave pair
whippers, you will deliver a stroke of the cane to the udders of the slaves for
each cock it took them longer than a minute to drain, all strokes are to be
applied with maximum force and ferocity, and spaced so that as much of their tit
meat suffers as is possible. Slave pair twat-cock, you will count off each
stroke you receive, and beg, appropriately, for the next. Now, get into
position, and beg for you richly earned correction, you wilful sluts!"
Our hearts pounded with terrified excitement at the announcement of our
sentences. Twat one, no doubt, was wild with masochistic elation. I knew that
she adored having her massive tits beaten, but this form of torment was still
relatively new to me. The memory of the horrific agony I had suffered from the
brutal flogging of my tender tits after the episode with the door slave,
however, was still fresh in my mind, and my whole body shuddered with dreadful
anticipation. Never the less, my huge prick began to pulsate with masochistic
lust while I quickly adopted the servile posture required of a slave when its
tits were to be caned.
Twat one and I adopted identical poses, with one small difference, associated
with twat one. We both knelt, with our backs arched backwards, so that the
enormous, fleshy globes of out fabulous tits jutted straight up. I clasped my
hands submissively behind my head, but twat one had to use hers to savagely bend
her cock stem away from its normal position, arching up between her tits, to one
that had its dripping knob pointing down towards her drooling cunt split. These
poses, naturally enough, offered our delicate tits freely, and defencelessly for
the cruel punishment to come. I shuddered with excited anticipation of my
torment.
Each of the slave pair whippers unhooked the long thin cane that hung from his
utility belt, and took up a position next to one of us. They both raised their
long canes high over their heads, grasping the hand grips of the brutal
instrument of torture with both hands so that the maximum force would be brought
into play and waited. "Oh, adored slave pair whippers!" We projected in perfect
unison, "We are disgraced beyond pity by our slovenly performance which has so
displeased the worshipped Overlord Sextius, and beg to be punished without
mercy, to atone, in some small way, for it. We implore you, adored slave pair
whippers, cane our tits hard! Please! Please! Please! adored slave pair
whippers, cane our wilful tits with all your might!" After our abject pleas for
our horrifying punishment had been abjectly delivered slave pair whippers paused
momentarily, for effect, and then brought their barbaric canes flashing down
towards their deliciously presented targets.
Our shrieks of agony completely drowned out the sounds of echoing cracks caused
by the canes exploding against the bases of our awesomely suffering udders in
our own minds. The instant the shock of the agony flooding our brains ebbed
slightly we both savoured lines of fire burning our tits, and howled out in
mental anguish, and servile elation, "One! Adored slave pair whippers. I thank
you from the bottom of my heart for the exquisite punishment you inflict!
Worshipped Overlord Sextius, I am repentant beyond comprehension for having
displeased you with such pitiful performance, and can not hope to adequately
express my utter gratitude to you for allowing me to suffer so immaculately to
compensate for it. Please! Please! Please! Adored slave pair whippers, cane my
unruly tits Harder!"
The slave pair whippers were only too happy to accede to our servile entreaties,
and we wailed and howled in anguish with every brutally delivered slash. My
massive tits burned and throbbed in pain, but my brain sang with masochistic
joy, to the point where I actually raised my head slightly, so that I could see
the cane smashing so mercilessly into the firm delicate flesh of my acutely
suffering udders. I was in submissive paradise, and revelled in my anguish. With
each vicious stroke delivered, our expressions of gratitude became even more
crazed, and our pleas to be punished with increased savagery more fervent.
My punishment ceased before twat one's, she having two more strokes to receive
than I. I, however, still maintained my awkward punishment posture while twat
one's last two strokes were delivered. We then, as a pair, expressed our undying
gratitude to our tormentors for the merciless nature with which they attended to
our correction, and, after declaring our abject sorrow at having angered him,
begged Overlord Sextius for his forgiveness in the most abject, and servile of
tones.
With the ritual punishment completed we made to reward our tormentors with
sexual service, as we had been instructed to do before, but Overlord Sextius
halted us in our tracks, announcing that we could make up for this after the
day's duties had been completed. I don't know whether this pleased or displeased
the two muscular punishers, for their expressions never altered, even minutely,
and, of course, they did not communicate telepathically. We were then ordered to
eat, while the dominators did the same.
Twat one and I crawled over to our dog bowls and buried our mouths into the
delightful salad, slurping up the delicious fruit ravenously. I savoured the
delightful after glow permeating my burning, lividly striped tits while I ate,
as, naturally, did twat one. After licking my bowl clean I glanced over at twat
one and saw the lecherous creature was happily engaging in a deliciously obscene
game with the sweet juices still left from her salad. The lewd slut was dipping
the head of her throbbing prick into her bowl and, after liberally coating it
with fruit juices, using her licentious tongue to lick its satiny skin clean.
The impudent harlot, sensing that I was spying on her, leered at me lecherously,
leaving me in no doubt, that she was enjoying her obscene play, but more
importantly, making sure that I knew that it was a game only she could play. She
was not really serious, of course, her eyes betraying her love for me. "Finish
up, sluts!" Overlord Sextius snapped. "It's time for the second shift. I'm going
to leave you in the care of the slave pair whippers for the afternoon's duty,
but don't think that this means your performance won't be closely monitored. If
anything, they will keep a closer watch on you than I did this morning."
Overlord Sextius then addressed the slave pair whippers, "slave pair whippers,
slave pair twat-cock are required to offer their harlot arse pits for the
pleasure of the field slaves on the return trip. The time limit for their
service is raised to two minutes, as I will not be there to raise the lusts of
the slaves before they service them. Slave pair twat-cock are expected to tongue
their own arse pits clean after each service." The dominant concluded, causing
my face to flush with delicious shame at the prospect of sucking at my own arse
ring. Overlord Sextius then mounted his unicorn and trotted off towards the
distant palace.
As soon as he had left slave pair whippers cleaned up the picnic equipment and
loaded it back onto their mounts. The chains were then re-attached to our
collars, and we were again on our way. This time, because we were no longer
under the sexual influence of the overlord, our long pricks swung limply as we
ran along behind the dominants' steeds.
We approached the first pair of field slaves toiling away between rows of
vegetables. The slaves, on seeing us approach, ceased their labours, and their
long, thick cocks began to stiffen in anticipation of what was to come. I
breathed a sigh of relief, having feared that the slaves we were to service
might not be as eager without the arousing attendance of the Master, especially
since it was not all that long ago that we had first drained their pricks with
our avid mouths. The slave pair whippers dismounted, and we, in normal perfect
unison made our debauched offer, "Manly field slaves, I, slave pair twat-cock,
offer my lewd, harlot arse pit to you to fuck with your gorgeous, virile prick,
for your pleasure!"
We both then bent our bodies at the waist, the posture causing the slabs of our
nude arse cheeks to part widely, obscenely baring the rings of our arses, which
we then lewdly winked at them in depraved invitation. I sighed with wanton
happiness when the hot, blunt head of the slave's massive lust stalk pressed
insistently against my palpitating rosebud, and a surge of pure sexual adrenalin
surged through me when the huge knob forced its way past my tight opening, and
the thick length began to drive, relentlessly, into my warm tight hole.
As soon as the slave's entire length was inside me I began to roll and rut my
arse cheeks, and used the talented muscles within my writhing chute to squeeze
and ripple along the length of the buried prick, milking it with exquisite,
erotic sensuousness. Within a minute the slave's throbbing cock had begun to
jerk wildly, and each time his big, tight balls slapped against the swollen
bulbs of my own, I could feel that they were flexing wildly with his peaking
pleasure. Suddenly, almost without warning, I felt a strong spurt of creamy
prick juice bath the writhing walls of my spasming arse chute, and glowed with
contentment at having easily achieved my erotic task within the appointed time.
After bearing back, so that the entire length of the slave's rapidly softening
cock was enveloped within the warm, sloppy confines of my ecstatic arse pit, I
squeezed my stretched open arse ring tightly around its thick base, and squeezed
every drop of his prick juice out of it, while slowly allowing its meaty length
to escape the clutches of my arse. Immediately after the sated stalk flopped out
of my arse I turned, then swallowed its entire, soft length into my eager mouth
and industriously sucked it clean of the results of our lewd fucking.
I relinquished the now clean cock tube, and noticed that twat one too, had
already finished with her slave. My heart skipped a beat at the sheer depravity
of the obscene act she was now performing. She had folded her torso down on its
self, and her head was between her legs with her face wedged between her own
shapely arse cheeks. I didn't take a Rhode Scholar to guess what her lewd mouth
was doing. I emulated my partner in perversity, marvelling at the new suppleness
of my spine. My head slid down my chest and belly, and into the gap between my
legs until my face was a mere inch away from my arse slabs.
I reached around and tore the cheeks of my arse apart revealing the loose, cock
juice dripping pout of my anus. I revelled in the perverse sight for a second or
two, then drilled my tongue through the sloppy ring and drove it into the depths
of my arsehole, winding up with my lips glued to my own arse ring. Wave after
wave of delicious degradation swept through me as my eager mouth drained my own
slack arsehole of every drop of cock cream the field slave had deposited in it.
I swallowed the rancid mixture with sensations of submissive jubilation
dominating my thoughts. Oh how delightfully demeaning it was to suck your own
arsehole, especially after it had so recently been bathed in the sexual juices
of a virile cock.
A persistent tugging on the chain attached to my collar brought me back to
reality, and I reluctantly withdrew my long tongue from my clasping, pleasure
filled arse pit, and straightened up. The slave pair whippers were already
mounted, and soon we were off again. Twat one and I ran along behind the
unicorns, our fat, welted tits bouncing wildly, and our cock tubes slapping
loudly against our sweating bodies. Never the less, despite the quite strenuous
effort it took to maintain our pace with that of the animals, our minds were
filled with submissive joy. We had become what we had always yearned to become,
mindless sex slaves, dedicated to the service of others.
We serviced slave pair after slave pair and, even though our arseholes
inevitably became terribly tired though sheer over use, our devotion to the
perverse duty hardly flagged at all. Unfortunately, as we came closer to the
palace, and had serviced more and more pricks, it started to take us longer and
longer to bring each slave to orgasm. By the time we actually reached the
palace, and our tour of duty had been completed, each of us had earned sixty
seconds of the awful punishment Overlord Sextius had decreed that we receive for
substandard efficiency.
The slave pair whippers' steeds were taken away by a pair of naked stable
slaves, and the muscular punishers stood before our kneeling figures. Even
though they were incapable of actually communicating with us, we were left in no
doubt as to their intensions when they unhooked riding quirts from their belts.
Remembering that Overlord Sextius had decreed that any punishment we had earned
be administered to our delicate balls prompted me to thrust my hips violently
forward in an endeavour to offer my swollen, aching nuts more freely to the
cruel whip. The whipper was not satisfied with this, however, and used the
business end of his whip to forced me down onto my back on the ground.
Continuing to use the whip to convey his wishes he soon had my body contorted
grotesquely, and positioned with humiliating obscenity. I wound up with my
shoulders flat on the ground. My legs, spread hideously wide, were folded back
along either side of my torso with my feet, on either side of my head. This
caused my feet and neck to form a tripod that allowed me to keep my balance. I
was forced to use the fingers of both hands to squeeze the base of my scrotum,
the effect being to present my aching balls, with the delicate, fleshy bulbs
rising above the level of stretched thighs, in a totally vulnerable offering. To
complete my humiliating predicament, the fat head, and two inches of the stalk
of my cock thrust into my mouth. Despite my degrading situation I could not stop
my mouth from beginning to suck languidly on the juicy head of my prick filling
it with sexual pleasure.
Twat one's posture was not as intricate as my own, but equally degrading. Her
body was presented in a fashion similar to that used for her earlier tit caning.
She was forced, however, to present her own balls for punishment in a similar
fashion to me, and her mouth had also swallowed a good third of the length of
her own long, thick cock. Perhaps the most terrifying aspect of our poses was
the fact that the swollen orbs of our tender balls were just a few inches away
from our staring eyes, we were going to be forced to watch the cruel punishment
being meted out to them in dreadful, graphic detail. The two punishers, once
they were satisfied with our servile poses, stood over, and between our rudely
splayed thighs.
The two cruel whippers looked at each other for a few seconds, then raised their
brutal whips high. My eyes stared at my bizarrely presented balls, and surges of
terror flashed through my consciousness. The slave pair whippers brought their
whips streaking down towards the freely offered targets with all the force they
could muster. My brain exploded in agony when the lash of the whip sliced
barbarous into the soft meat of my balls. The gut wrenching pain that assailed
me was close to unbearable, and my shrieks of anguish joined those of twat one,
in totally dominating the telepathic sphere.
The heartless punishers thrashed our suffering balls at a truly terrifying pace.
My eyes bugged with the sheer shock of it, being forced, as they were, to
observe each lash as it sliced deeply into the tortured orbs, leaving, in its
wake, a livid welt on the delicate skin of the ball bag. My balls throbbed with
gut wrenching agony, and my howls and wails of anguish rose in intensity the
longer the barbaric flogging went on. My teeth ground into the steel hard meat
of my prick stalk, but the pain this caused hardly even registered in my fevered
brain, such was the agony flooding my flayed balls.
Thirty seconds into the vicious scourging of our balls our projected howls of
pain and suffering began to change in tenure. The further we slipped into a
state of masochistic bliss, the more our thought projections became impassioned
pleas to our tormentors to increase the savagery with which they lashed our
suffering balls, laced with expressions of our utter adoration of them, and
impassioned gratitude to them for punishing us so beautifully. I don't know
whether the slave pair whippers understood our entreaties or not, but I could
have sworn the one thrashing my anguished nuts did indeed increase both the
pace, and force with which he wielded his barbaric whip as time went on.
My brain sang in masochistic rapture while my consciousness howled out begging,
imploring demands that the punisher thrash my welted, grotesquely swollen balls
more and more viscously and brutally. The balls were becoming more and more
swollen, and battered in appearance, and I found my fingers, wrapped around
their base, squeezing more and more tightly, in an endeavour to present the pain
soaked orbs in a more tender, and defenceless fashion to the ruthless tormentor.
As abruptly as it had begun, the merciless flogging of our tortured balls
ceased, and we were left in a state of eerie disappointment. The strength of our
projected squeals and howls of anguished suffering abated, slowly, until they
were mere moans. My wide eyes stared in awe at the sight of my tormented balls.
The fragile fleshy bulbs had swollen fabulously, and the delicate, stretched
skin that contained them was covered with ugly welts and abrasions, some of
which actually dripped with blood.
Whip two tapped my fingers with the end of his whip, and I dutifully released my
abused balls. I was astounded to see that the pain soaked masses remained in
their vulnerable position, protruding over the tops of my knotted thighs,
despite the fact that my fingers no longer assisted them to do this. The whipper
tapped the tops of the bulbs, eliciting a slight shriek of renewed agony from my
fevered brain, then slid the tip of the whip down the length of that section of
my prick stalk not buried in my now ardently sucking mouth. It soon became
obvious that he was signalling me to suck my prick to climax.
I flushed with humiliated joy at this development, and my mouth, and tongue,
became more passionate in their obscene sucking in response. Almost immediately
the hedonistic pleasure filling my mind began to rival the pain and suffering of
the ball whipping. The hot, juicy head of my pleasure soaked cock swelled in my
mouth, and my tormented balls began to flex as their juices started to stir. I
teased the nerve filled knob with my avid tongue, to drive it to inevitable
eruption.
Just when the ecstasy in my mind was reaching unbearable heights, and my muscles
were rippling uncontrollably, whip two reached down and grasped my writhing
balls in one mighty fist, and squeezed them savagely. This act of sublime
cruelty sent me over the edge, and I shrieked with debauched delight while my
cock exploded. Stream after stream of thick, hot, spicy ball cream gushed from
the tip of my ecstatic prick head, and flooded the back of my wildly gulping
throat. My senses were completely saturated with the flavours and textures of
male sex cream. I wallowed in my depravity while I joyfully savoured, then
avidly swallowed my own, profusely flowing prick juice. The sadistic dominant
cruelly wrung the last dregs of juice from my tormented balls before releasing
their slack, empty masses from his grasp, and my eager tongue avidly coaxed
every drop from my softening cock stem, then cleaned it thoroughly.
We were prodded back onto our knees by slave pair whippers, one of whom opened
the huge, mansion doors. We crawled into the cool interior and were led to our
chamber. It was unusual to see the living sculptures' sex meat showing no
reaction to our passing. I noticed, further down the hallway, that slave pair
pricks, attended by an overseer, were busily engaged in sucking the cocks of two
of the male statues. When we reached our door the slave door handle remained
limp. Never the less, whip one grasped it tightly, and opened the door.
Remembering my duty, immediately the door had swung open, and whip one had
relinquished the limp, fleshy, `handle', I rose up and sucked that soft tube of
male sexuality deeply into my hot, wet mouth.
Within seconds my depraved, and sensually talented mouth had the slave's cock
stiff an throbbing, and before thirty seconds had passed it had bathed the back
of my throat with a deluge of musky man juice which I, naturally, swallowed with
deliciously submissive pleasure. Twat one and I then crawled into our chamber,
and the slave pair whippers left us alone with our delightful slave pair body
sluts.
It had became obvious that slut one had adopted twat one as her special
favourite, and slut two afforded me the same status. The two slave girls dragged
us to the bath alcove, tenderly petting our battered balls and welted tits,
while cooing in sympathy at our recent suffering. We were quickly bathed, and
our punished flesh soothed and treated with miraculous healing balms. We then
sat down to eat a wholesome meal of delicious fruits and vegetables. "I hope
you're horny slave pair twat-cock," The outgoing slut one declared, "Because
slut two and I have been consumed by wanton lust all day, and we are eager to
have you fuck us senseless." The depraved little whore concluded, her thought
pattern taking on a demanding timbre. Twat one and I happily, and wantonly
catered to the slave girls' obvious needs.
Over the next couple of hours we teased their stiff, throbbing little girl
pricks to countless orgasms, and fucked their hot, wet cunt pits deeply with our
long, thick cocks, and flooding their depths with huge outpourings of our male
sex juices. We fucked and sucked the cute, insatiable little harlots to pure
physical exhaustion, evidenced by an abrupt slackening of internal muscles of
slut two's velvety cuntal sleave when my aching cock stalk filled it to capacity
for the umpteenth time, "Are your depraved brains fucked out, little whore?" I
projected teasingly, staring into her beautiful, love filled eyes, and squeezing
the plump mounds of her pert young tits tenderly.
"Oh, yes, darling cock one." The little harlot sighed happily, "My depraved cunt
split is exhausted. You fuck a slut so beautifully. Your gorgeous fuck stalk, I
love it so. Can I sleep with it in my mouth, please, please, darling cock one, I
beg you! Let me! Let me! You can sleep with your tongue in my twat pit if you
let me. There's plenty of luscious fuck juice for you to feast on down there.
You'll love that, won't you?" The adorable little harlot begged, as if I
actually needed any tempting to sleep in the depraved fashion she begged for so
lasciviously. Soon we were curled up and sleeping deeply, my lips glued to slit
two's mouth-watering cunt split, and my long tongue thrust deeply into her
clasping twat cave, and slut two's warm mouth enveloping my sated cock head,
which she suckled on contentedly. My last conscious sensation, before I drifted
off, was the luscious flavours that can only be arrived at by the mixing of male
and female sexual essences in a wanton twat pit.
