Gwennalyn's Sexual Awakening Ch. 03

"Ride me," she heard Leofar command Deiara. A quick peek over her shoulder showed the handmaiden eagerly complying, skewering her slit on his length much as the princess had with her own patron.

A duet of shameless moans rang out in the air as they fucked themselves on a raging prick. The task at hand drew Gwennalyn's eyes back to Altheric, who grunted at the feeling of her slick sex, sliding a hand up her flat belly to tweak at her nipples, drawing excited coos from her throat. As she rode him hard, doing her best to coax him towards orgasm, she would occasionally glance back, watching Deiara's lush body undulate atop Leofar, her plump ass crashing down into his lap with a wild rhythm. But her focus was always drawn back to Altheric, either by one of his hands squeezing tightly at her flesh, or by the way her cunt squelched atop him. Her hands had long since found purchase on his chest, the nails digging into the skin to better anchor herself. Sweat-mussed hair flew about her face as she rode hard, grinding furiously, moaning loudly, her world narrowing down to his manhood and the way it filled her.

So focused was she at this task, that she failed to notice when the other set of moans stopped.

She yelped when a hand took an authoritative hold of her hair, forcing her head back. The callous treatment made her moan, and her moan increased in shamelessness and whorishness at the sight of Leofar standing over her.

"Th' other whore said t' double-fuck you," he told her. "She said you'd really fuckin' love it."

Her eyes flickered to Deiara, who sat in a heap on the floor, hands stroking along her body, another smirk on her face.

Leofar quickly arranged himself behind her, shoving her down onto Altheric's chest. His mate helpfully reached around to spread her ass.

One savage thrust, and she was again stuffed with throbbing meat, both men quickly falling into a reckless rhythm, driving every inch of their shafts into her holes on each thrust. She moaned weakly, buffeted from below and behind, cunt and anus clutching desperately. Leofar's hand found its way into her hair, the other resting on the small of her back. With a satisfied grunt, he yanked back, forcing her head to crane backwards. In her line of sight were the other four men, two of them relaxing on the bed, the other two occupying the high-backed chairs on the other side of the room. Deiara was watching the trio in their carnal revelry, now reclining against the foot of the bed, pleasuring herself.

Wanton sensations assaulted her from all over. The hard, hot shafts plunged back and forth in both of her nether holes, stimulating her insides. Leofar pulled back harder on her hair, and Altheric reared up, taking advantage of her helplessness, attacking her bared breasts with his hungry mouth. The added factor of his hot tongue slathering all over her chest was the last bit she needed to jettison her into another rollicking orgasm. All she could do was tremble and keen, hands fluttering uselessly about, her mind unable to send commands to them, drowning as it was in more luxurious ecstasy. Slavers of drool slicked from her lips, her mouth open, uninterrupted gasps and gurgles spilling forth; her eyes were open, but unseeing, glazed over with lust and desire. Her other senses were dulled as well; the slick sounds of the duo's plundering of her treasures faded out, and the satisfying ache of her bruises and soreness dwindled, as her mind was carried away on the sweeping waves of sexual delirium.

It was finally too much for the princess, who could not and most likely would not have done anything to stop the lustful frenzy. She was unable to speak or make any noises beyond pitiful grunts, the simple result of two enthusiastic lengths pushing into her body, forcing the air out from her lungs. Her body lolled between Leofar and Altheric, slumping weakly, reduced simply to a sleeve for their lengths, the princess too far gone to do anything but exist.

Of course, neither of them noticed the change in her mind or body. They simply kept fucking, enamored with how her holes gripped at them, with how her smooth skin felt under their hands, with how she was so receptive to their desirous efforts.

The one sensation that managed to slip through the haze around her faculties was the feeling of two rich, thick flows of semen. Leofar came first, hilting roughly, dumping another load inside her guts. Altheric followed him moments later, pumping her womb full, spurt after spurt firing out. A soft gurgling sigh escaped her throat at the feeling; more cum was forced into her holes, painting both of them white, slicking them with creamy semen. The orgasms had been steady, a chain of them savaging her exhausted body, and they intensified at the feeling of those dual loads inside her. A rattling sound replaced the sigh in her throat, building quickly in loudness, morphing into an agonized scream. It surprised the two men, who were emptying their balls inside her once again; they jolted, lulled into complacency by her recent silence and submission.

She did her best to cling to them as they pulled out, but she failed. They stood, stumbling away, and she slumped onto her side, twitching and moaning, streams of cum trickling freely from her abused holes.

Moments later, soft hands rolled her onto her back. Through her bleary eyes, she saw Deiara settle between her legs again, dipping down to clean up her nethers. The handmaiden worked quickly, cognizant of the six men watching them, wiggling her ass for them. Gwennalyn could not move much, or talk much, so she simply laid there, whimpering at this kinder, more delicate sort of pleasure.

The room was silent beyond her own breathing, and the wet smack of Deiara's tongue. The six men simply watched, taking a respite from the furious activity. The wet warmth along and inside her channels was delightful, cleaning her up while also providing more stimulation. Her own juices streamed out onto the handmaiden's tongue to add to the pooling fluids. Occasional loud gulps sounded from Deiara as she swallowed mouthfuls of mixed juices, creamy semen swirled with her princess' sweet ambrosia.

Once again, the rushed carnality was replaced by a slower type of stimulation. Gwennalyn was able to relax and bask in the sensations; no rough hands or straining pricks demanded her attention. All she needed to do was lie back and let Deiara clean her.

As she shuddered, the hard wood pressing at her bare back, exhaustion washed over her. Had it not been for Deiara's eager tongue, and the ever-present hooting and hollering of the six men, Gwennalyn might have drifted off to slumber. Even with those two sensory anchors, the time still passed with the princess in a glorious haze.

Before she knew it, Deiara had finished her task. The removal of her soft tongue made Gwennalyn open her eyes, to see the handmaiden on her knees, surrounded quickly by the six men, erect once more. The hunger in Deiara's eyes ignited Gwennalyn's own; she found a reservoir of energy, motivated by the desire for more pleasure, both to receive it and give it.

She joined her handmaiden in the circle. The six cocks waved like swords before them.

The two women moved smoothly around the circle. Two mouths and four hands meant that no man went unstimulated. It was a steady rhythm for Gwennalyn and Deiara, sucking at one while stroking two others, switching after a few minutes. The men stared down at them, chuckling to each other, making bawdy jokes or gasping appraisals. Demanding hands slid all over her body, tweaking nipples, stroking unkempt hair, caressing along cheeks bulging with hard flesh.

Gwennalyn could not help but lose herself in the chaotic lust. Her pussy clutched as she throated one length, stroking two more, catching sight of her handmaiden out of the corner of an eye, seeing her in the exact same position. The rhythm became more fervid, feverish, frantic, her hands moving faster, her mouth sucking harder. She spun around the circle with abandon, another series of orgasms rumbling through her body.

At one point, she bumped into Deiara, and exchanged lust-addled glances with her handmaiden. Deiara was a mess; her hair was matted with various fluids, streams of slick staining her cheeks and chin, specks of semen dotting her breasts and belly, hands coated in pre-cum. Like Gwennalyn, she had arrived at the Pink Petal clean and immaculate, but by now was dirtied by the extensive carnality.

I probably look exactly the same.

An orgasm struck, reducing her to a whimpering wreck, choking loudly around a mouthful of cock. Her hands worked faster, stroking with a furious pace at two straining lengths.

The waves of ecstasy receded. She came off the current cock, and went to dive to the next customer's.

The customer in question was Altheric. In the instant before she throated his length, he lifted it, showing off his swollen testicles. The princess moaned, changing her trajectory to latch her lips onto the crinkled flesh, sucking loudly at the cum-filled orbs. He sighed at the sensations, hands winding into her hair.

"Fuck, that's a good whore," he grunted, making her moan again, appreciating the compliment.

The taste of his testicles made her jerk harder at the other two lengths.

After several minutes, she was yanked off her treat by a demanding hand. Sparing no glance to see who the offending customer was, she simple moved over to his proffered testicles, licking shamelessly, hoping to imprint the sour saltiness onto her tongue. Her tongue slathered wildly, soaking the flesh in saliva, streams running back onto her chin, adding to the slick mess. Her hands switched as well, finding two new cocks, ones that had been abandoned only recently by her handmaiden.

She was passed around several more times, made to suck at swollen testicles, orgasming several times, driven to pleasurable peaks by her own submission.

In her state of heightened lust and obedience, she would have slobbered slavishly for the rest of the night. But one man grew tired of such stimulation. It escaped her notice which one it was; all she knew was that one customer presented her with his length instead of his testicles. Again sparing no upward glance, she dove forward, impaling her own throat on the inches, nose quickly pressed into his belly. Her throat worked around the invader, massaging it with warmth and wetness.

They returned to the previous situation, Gwennalyn moving from prick to prick, enthusiastically offering her mouth as a warm hole for them to use. Some of them let her fuck her throat onto them; others took an active role, pumping into her wide open mouth with gusto. She loved giving both types of oral attention.

"Fuck, I'm 'bout t' blow," she heard one of the men gasp, just as she pulled off his cock.

"On my face," she begged, reaching out to close her hand around the shaft, pumping eagerly, positioning herself in the path.

Deiara gasped; she cast a glance over to see her handmaiden in a similar position, held there by a strong hand.

The other four men were content to watch the proceedings, tolerating the sudden lack of stimulation.

Through her lust-addled haze, she recognized Leofar above her, gritting his teeth, hands curled into fists.

"Please," she mewled, her other hand sliding down to caress at her slit, stroking faster at his prick, eyes fixed on it, practically praying for the load to come.

He growled out a curse. Seconds later, the first blast arced out onto her face, provoking another orgasm, the heat and stickiness of the semen so deliciously wanton. She moaned weakly, keeping her face in place to catch the following spurts, feeling it collect. The slick cream splashed onto her cheeks, splattered onto her forehead, Leofar jerking quickly to get all of it out onto her. Nearby, feminine mewls reached her ears, accompanied by masculine growls, heralding Deiara's own prize.

As if sharing a mind, the two women turned to each other. Deiara's face was streaked along the forehead and cheeks, thick strands hanging from her chin. The wild lust burning in those eyes was what Gwennalyn imagined she had written in her own.

They collided, lips kissing in a furious meeting, each women tasting warm seed off the other, tongues quickly coming into play. Hands met curves, squeezing at soft flesh, Gwennalyn pulling her handmaiden closer. She broke the kiss to run her tongue up the cum-coated cheek, gathering up the slick cream, swirling it in her mouth before stealing more of it.

Another harsh splash against their cheeks made them both turn, moaning as Brandyn emptied his balls over their faces, the two women pressing closer together to give him more to cover. His eyes were wide and wild, a strained shout leaking from his throat as he jerked more spurts from his cock, splattering the rest of his load onto them. They squirmed against each other, squealing happily, sharing the blasts between them. The last few hit their necks, sliding down to dapple their breasts, giving Gwennalyn an idea.

As Altheric stepped up, stroking himself to a finish, Gwennalyn slid behind Deiara and took hold of her hefty breasts. She nuzzled at her neck, gazing saucily up at Altheric as she presented those two soft orbs as targets. Her palms ran over the rigid nipples, Deiara squirming back against her.

Altheric's end arrived; he gave a hoarse cry as he covered the handmaiden's breasts in his spend. Halfway through his orgasm, Gwennalyn felt a strong hand wind into her hair, and a second later, her head was twisted to the side. Through the curtain of clinging cum, she could see Eswin aiming at her face.

Before Altheric was finished, Eswin erupted, adding to the mess caking her face. She moaned shamelessly, her pussy clutching greedily, her hands occupied at Deiara's breasts, occasionally catching a strand or two of Altheric's seed. She barely heard Altheric grunt as he stumbled back, Eswin still depositing his own seed all over the princess' upturned face.

Deiara managed to slither out of her princess' arms and slip around behind her, reversing their positions. The princess' breasts were no comparison to the handmaiden's, but Hawkin stepped up with no lack of enthusiasm, ready to splatter his seed all over the heaving flesh. It was Gwennalyn's turn to squirm and mewl, pressing back against her handmaiden, feeling those cum-slicked breasts pushing against her flesh, smearing Altheric's load between them.

"Please," she begged, nuzzling back at Deiara.

Another spray of steaming cum blasted out. The princess groaned, pushing her chest out, catching each spurt across the meager swell of her chest. Deiara sucked at her neck as the deluge continued, the pale swath of skin the recipient of the creamy flood, pink nipples quickly obscured by thick semen.

Hawkin shook the last strands out over her chest, and stumbled back, joining the other five in post-orgasmic stupor.

Gwennalyn turned in her handmaiden's arms, and the two women kissed feverishly. As the six men recovered, slumped on the bed or in one of the armchairs, the two women sunk to the floor, both blessed by a sudden resurgence of energy. Tongues swirled together, sharing mouthfuls of warm seed, hands gripping desirously at cum-slicked skin. Their legs intertwined; they began to grind their dripping cunts together. Gwennalyn found Deiara's breasts, peppering the round bust with kisses, cleaning it of the clinging semen, sucking the thick cream off of the fat nipples. For her part, Deiara stroked a crooked finger down her princess' cheek, collecting the sticky fluid shining on that pale skin, bringing it to her mouth to claim it with a loud gulp.

The princess and her handmaiden fucked energetically. Although they were doing so for their own pleasure, they moaned louder and ground faster, knowing that their audience was still intently watching. Slick sounds came from their joined mounds, the combined bodily fluids running together. Semen dripped from Gwennalyn's breasts to coat her handmaiden's heaving belly. More semen smeared together at various junctures of their bodies, both women adorned abundantly with the orgasmic output of the sextet.

Climaxes rolled over them at frequent intervals, the eager clash of wet cunts provoking deep pleasure for both women. Each woman did their best to reach as much cum on the other woman as they could, Deiara sucking at her princess' neck, Gwennalyn kissing at her handmaiden's cheek.

"You two are incredible," came a comment from one of the men.

They were pulled from their carnal reverie, glancing over to see Brandyn admiring them, pulling his trousers back on. Behind him, the other five were slowly dressing, still watching the two women coupling passionately.

"Surely you gentlemen have another round in you," Gwennalyn pouted, nuzzling into her handmaiden.

"Don't leave us so," Deiara added, still lazily grinding against her princess.

Hawkin chuckled, shaking his head incredulously.

"These whores mean t' fuck us t' death," Eswin said.

"There're worse ways t' die," Brandyn mused.

"We apologize, wonderful ladies," Darris called out, "but we have t' go."

"Perhaps we'll be back t' visit," Brandyn added, grinning.

"Let us see you off with a show," Gwennalyn proposed, grinning back, rearing up over her handmaiden.

As the men continued to dress, taking their time, she began to grind harder against Deiara, putting her last reserves of energy into the actions, moaning and sighing as she felt her handmaiden's hands settle on her hips. Deiara was just as eager, grinding upwards, her breasts bouncing, several strands of semen still slicking the skin.

It took little time for the two women to ascend to an ecstatic peak. They cried out together, shuddering as juices streamed out from their slits, the rivers intertwining, dripping down onto the floor. Decadent sensations battered them, making them shudder, each woman drawing the other closer to better anchor herself during the storm.

The intensity slowly died down, leaving them nuzzling together, sighing at the pleasant afterglow.

"Farewell," Brandyn announced after several more minutes, "it's been a pleasure."

The two women giggled, returning his good-bye, blowing kisses and sending winks as the other five bade similar farewells. They exited one by one, each casting last looks over their shoulders.

Finally, the door closed, leaving them alone.

The lack of an audience did not diminish their lust.

They moved to the bed, where they continued to move together, kissing eagerly, giving each other more pleasure.

But the reserves of energy died out quickly, leaving the princess sighing blearily, nuzzling weakly against Deiara's softness.

"Relax, princess," Deiara soothed, stroking at her sweat-and-semen-slicked hair, "I'll get us ready to leave. Just relax."

Gwennalyn murmured back, not even sure of what she was trying to say. Her handmaiden pulled on her dress, long forgotten and abandoned on the floor. A satisfying ache sprang up in Gwennalyn's body as she stretched languidly, watching Deiara cover her nudity. Once dressed, the handmaiden went over to her, leaving a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep, princess," she purred, already moving towards the door, extinguishing the candles in the room as she went, leaving her princess in deepening darkness.

The door closed behind Deiara.

Gwennalyn was suddenly alone, accompanied only by her still-lingering lust, and a deep exhaustion quickly washing over her. With a tremulous sigh, she gave in, slumping back into the bed, closing her eyes.

Her dreams were littered with lustful vistas of countless cocks and myriad mounds, men and women alike taking their pleasure from her. The faces and names mattered not; all that mattered were the bodies, hard and masculine or soft and feminine.