"Harder, babe, you ain't tryin'."
"Any harder and I will break you. And my cock. It is difficult to keep this position."
"Thats all you got? It's only been two hours for fuck's sake. Show some backbone, salope française."
"Is this hard enough, yankee cunt who is con comme ses pieds?"
"Unngh! Fuck. Yeah, now we're gettin' somewhere."
'Somewhere' was Zenova's cock buried in Trinity's ass as far as it would go. The blonde wasn't sure what her lover had called her, but it sounded grossly offensive. She smiled. It was an upside down smile because her head was jammed on the canvas, ass in the air, legs bent forward to form a crude 'C.' She looked up over her breasts at Zenova, who straddled her crotch in a standing scissors.
The brunette's cock was deep in the blonde's ass. Her own cock was encased in Zenova's bowels. In the middle, their pussies were joined by a thick double dildo. Cum leaked from everywhere, mixing with the sweat of exertion. Trinity was twisted up, stuffed full in both holes, licking at the semen dripping down her abs and chest to her mouth. She was getting thoroughly fucked and enjoying every second of it.
Too bad we can't do this in a regular fight
, she thought sadly.
The Consortium doesn't allow toys or appliances. Got to be all natural. Maybe I can get into this position with just cocks in asses and a good pussy mashing. Bet none of my future opponents would last very long
.
Two hours was a guess. Trinity couldn't see the sun; the pavilion doors were closed, except for the one away from the sun, facing a rickety farmhouse above the tree line. Light came from the single big bulb overhead. It might have been ten minutes; it might have been all afternoon. It didn't matter. She'd been on top earlier, listening to Zenova chuff and wheeze as they pounded each other's ass. It was the brunette's idea to use the dildo. Trinity was going to give her a special sloppy blow job for that flash of brilliance. Later. Now, she was enjoying fucking and getting fucked at the same time. It wasn't quite the same as a double pussy penetration, but it would do until they got bored and tried something else.
Zenova shuddered; she was coming again. Warm cum flowed out of Trinity's ass and down her back. She responded with an orgasm of her own, a whole body experience that rattled her brain as well as her cock and pussy. More cum leaked from the brunette's ass to join the stream already flowing between the blonde's breasts.
"You done?" Trinity sniggered. "How many is that? I think I'm still ahead. I made you come two more times than you made me come."
"Who is counting?" Zenova gasped. "It is not how many climaxes, but who is conscious afterwards. That will be me."
"Bring it on, cunt. I got more for you, too."
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Trinity stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She should be on the floor. She should be holding an ice pack to her crotch. She should be reaching for ibuprofen to ease the aches in her twisted muscles. Instead, she felt alert, eager for more sex.
She couldn't remember why she was in the bathroom, didn't know when she'd come in. It was dark, the only illumination a dim flicker from a night light somewhere behind her. She saw the glow in the mirror.
Water. She'd wanted something to drink. Both bottles of wine were empty, and she wasn't in the mood to wander downstairs to raid the wine cellar. There was a glass close by. Maybe.
Her fingers found a round cylinder. She held it up to make sure it wasn't body lotion or baby oil, both of which they'd used earlier. The glass was mostly clear, with smears along the inside and something congealing in the bottom. She sniffed, then ran her finger down the inside and dabbed a glob on her tongue. Only afterward did she think about what it might be. It was partially dried semen. From the taste, it was a mix of hers and Zenova's.
When did we do that?
She looked around the room, seeing towels piled on the floor in the middle of a slowly drying puddle of water. The glass shower walls were spotted with droplets and splotchy smears similar to those in the glass. The tub was empty, but wet.
Oh, yeah. We were in the tub and needed something to hold the cum from the mutual underwater blowjobs. We didn't want it to float away as random streamers in the bubbles. The wine glasses were too far away. Zenova got this from the vanity. We got it half full and shared. Yeah. That was nice
.
Trinity filled the glass without rinsing it, swirling the water to dissolve as much of the cum as possible, before draining it in a long, slow swallow. She smacked her lips, savoring the diluted taste of their combined cum on her lips.
Not quite as good as the fresh stuff. Kinda flat
.
Even after the water, she felt empty, like a shell waiting to be filled. The need was insistent, pushing her out of the bathroom, towards the bed where Zenova sprawled amid rucked up sheets. The brunette lay face down, one arm and part of a leg draped sensuously over the mattress edge. Her muscular thighs and ass glistened with sweat and drying semen. Trinity looked down to see her cock erect, swaying as she walked, a growing drop of cum forming atop the slit. She grinned with evil purpose.
She'd lost count of her orgasms. They weren't the controlled, pussy- or cock-centered climaxes. Each had been a body-wrenching, eye-crossing, jaw-clenching spasm that started at the base of her skull and in her crotch, meeting in her nipples before spreading out to her fingers and toes like an electric shock. Even her ears tingled when she came. She knew she wasn't supposed to be able have more than one massive orgasm. She should be collapsed next her lover waiting for the world to stop spinning, fading into unconscious bliss. Yet, she and Zenova had given each other many of the climaxes, at one point coming almost constantly as the bed rocked and shuddered while they fucked like end of the world.
It was just over an hour before--she thought--when she realized what had happened: the 'gift' Ronja and Yelena had given them. They were enhanced, at least for this day. She told herself she should be worried. Enhancement was not something accepted on a whim. Both Zenova and the amazons had said it. Yet, she felt clear-headed and alert and aroused. Aside from not being able to remember things coherently, she was fine. There would be a price. Later. Now there was an empty pussy and mouth available for her cock. If Zenova woke up, it would be great. If not, well, the brunette had come inside her when she was passed out earlier. She could do the same.
"Hey, Zenova, do you want me in your cunt or your mouth?" No answer. "Then I get to choose. Decisions. Decisions."
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The heady aroma of sex filled the kitchen air. A drying smear of well mixed cum coated one side of the table. They'd tried to have breakfast, but the urge to fuck was too strong this morning, even after a strenuous night.
