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Punishment For Two 2
🕑 Added 2022-04-11 00:00:02 +0000 UTCNormandie knew it could feel nothing like that big manly prick in Lai’s cunt, but the Dragon Lady was a vixen—she was practically chaste. Even a taste of what Pat and Lai were doing would be enough to sate Normandie.
It looked so good. Normandie saw Pat’s cock withdrawing from the Dragon Lady’s slit, pulling some of her clinging folds with it until they slipped off it, returning to their proper place inside of Lai. Then Pat thrust back into her and those folds disappeared under the heft of his manhood.
“Aaaahh! Yes… I near my completion!” Lai moaned. “Keep letting me have it! I desire this pinnacle, Mr. Ryan! The Dragon Lady will have it!”
“Go right ahead, hon. We’ll blow up together,” Pat groaned back at her. “I’ll just wait until you’ve gotten your kicks.”
Is that how he’d do it with me? Normandie asked herself bitterly. She couldn’t imagine a man holding back for long with a beauty like the Dragon Lady writhing so lustfully underneath him, but Pat didn’t seem in any danger of giving in—not before Lai had reached her zenith.
“I’ll have it too,” Normandie muttered, heedless of how the gag muffled even her talking to herself. “You can just wait for me too!”
Inside her panties, her fingers pistoned in and out of her trembling sex with frantic need, as if she were as desperate to fuck herself as she was to feel being fucked. And now she added a fourth finger, approximating the thickness of Pat’s cock—at least, so she thought. It was hard to see it now, blurring so fast between the Dragon Lady’s legs. He might well be as thick as all of her slim, feminine fingers, but Normandie didn’t know if she could take that.
She forced her eyes to focus, to drink in even more of the fuck she’d been forced to watch, and now she saw Pat’s cock sunk to the balls inside Lai’s pussy. Pat had slowed down the pace of his thrusting. He went into her slow and hard, drawing his prick almost all the way out of her moist opening before letting her have it again.
Normandie could see now that he was thicker than four fingers—closer to the size of her wrist—but though Normandie knotted up her fingers with her thumb for a moment, she couldn’t bring herself to try and fit that monster… that approximation of a monster… into her cunt. She’d need Pat to do that, to have the strength to do that, for her.
Now, after a full five seconds spent poised and ready, Pat slammed down hard. Giving Lai the full length of his massive erection. And of course, it went as deep into her as it’d been lengthy outside her cunt. Normandie heard his loins slapping against the Dragon Lady’s thighs with the brutal thrust.
Pat grunted, clearly enjoying the feel of Lai’s overtaxed inner muscles going to work on his manhood. Lai cried out in something like pain, but it was far too… excited to be that. She looked up at Pat with love in her almond eyes. Maybe a love of the way he fucked her, maybe a love of how she’d manipulated him and Normandie—but Normandie didn’t think a girl could get dicked like that and not fall in love for real.
Oh, Pat, why don’t you ravish me like that? she thought. My feelings will be so easy to make sense of, once that cock leaves me no choice but to be in love with you… oh, that lucky slattern, no wonder she wanted to get back at me for being the apple of your eye!
Normandie tried to imitate what was happening on the other side of the door, ramming her fingers inside of herself with the cruel passion of Pat Ryan—his determination to bring his woman pleasure no matter how domineering he had to be to do it. She knew she wasn’t doing the job as richly as Pat would do it, but she was still close to coming. Her inner muscles closed greedily on her fingers every time she stroked the inside of her cunt.
Then she heard the Dragon Lady’s mad cry of rapture and looked at the woman’s face, saw the ecstasy that could only come in the moment of orgasm. Lai’s eyes opened wide, then shut tightly, and Normandie’s attention was drawn by a roar from Pat. He was coming too, coming with his manhood buried to the hilt inside of Lai. Pat pinned her down as her hips thrust crazily up at him, working off her orgasmic throes.
Staring at their obscenely joined bodies, Normandie spotted a thick white stream running out of Lai’s pussy, trickling between her buttocks. It could only be Pat’s ejaculation; too much even for the space his cock had made rutting in and out of her.
The cajoling of seeing their pleasure was too strong; Normandie let herself go. Rocking back and forth, fighting to stifle her moans, she came. Her hand grew wet when her juices poured into her panties, forced out by the frenetic convulsions she felt in her orgasmic cunt. For a few moments, she forgot all about Lai and Pat—instead thinking only of the ecstasy filling her body.
Then, coming down from that peak, she saw that Pat and the Dragon Lady had joined in her satisfaction just like she’d joined in their rapture. They lay still, Pat motionless on top of the boneless Lai. Normandie heard them panting in exhaustion.
“Now you’ve had your fun,” Pat said, picking himself up and putting his clothes back. “I think I’d better leave before I spoil the evening by discussing politics.”
“Give my regards to the Normandie woman,” Lai said, her cooing voice thick with irony. “I’m sure she’ll love to see you.”
Pat grunted, a deferred acknowledgment, and left. Lai gave him a good headstart before sliding out of bed and padding naked to the wardrobe. Normandie belatedly tried to straighten up her attire, but it was far easier for her to get into dishabille than for her to correct her state of undress, especially with her hands tied.
Lai gave Normandie a glowing grin at the sight of her. “I see I’m not alone in the effect Pat Ryan has on me. Perhaps now that you’ve seen our… special circumstances, you will deprive Mr. Ryan of the notion that he has a future with you. Surely even your deluded Occidental mind cannot think you can equal the performance you just witnessed.”
She untied Normandie, and the moment Normandie’s hands were free, she ripped away her gag. “I’ll thank you not to discuss my private dealings with Pat Ryan, any more than I would comment on yours!”
“There’s no need to be upset,” Lai mewled mockingly at her. “If you enjoyed the show so much, another such viewing can be arranged. I would enjoy fully educating you in all the pleasures I have to offer Pat which you are incapable of.”
Normandie held herself back from striking Lai as she so dearly wanted to. That had gotten her into this mess—this mess of knowing the real score between her and Pat—in the first place. Lai had forgiven the offense, in her own way, choosing this bizarre ego trip of hers over truly getting her pound of flesh. Normandie doubted Lai was capable of realizing just how sadistically this forced voyeurism had toyed with her emotions.
So Normandie let Lai have the last word and walked away. But she would not let Lai have the last laugh. Maybe she couldn't be with Pat, but she could damn sure deny him to that witch! Maybe then Normandie would ask about taking Lai up on that offer of observing her bedroom again—this time, barren!
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Shendude
Oh, I'd forgotten this one! Which is appalling because it's worth remembering!
