Her authority re-established, Francesca decided the final movement would be of her own composition. She lay on her back, still wet with lust and far from satiated. She stretched her arms above her head, tautening her breasts, thrusting her bullet nipples skyward, and spread her legs. She turned to her flautist. ‘Fuck me.’
He lay between her parted thighs. She felt him rub the tip of his cock along her still sodden lips. She wanted him, right now, in the depths of her pussy. But his penetration was teasingly slow, little-by-little. She grabbed his arse and pulled him in. Long and broad, he filled her utterly. His hands explored the curves of her body, caressed her breasts, teased her nipples. He covered her neck in kisses and bit on her shoulders. Once more he played her as if she were his flute, with sensuality, with passion. Firm mouth, supple tongue, dexterous fingers.
She looked across to Robert sat on the bank above and mouthed one simple word; ‘Perfect’.
She closed her eyes and let her other senses reign. The sweet smell of the grass, the touch of her lover on her skin, the feel of his thick shaft penetrating deep within her very core, the sound of his breath in the still of the evening, the taste of both his and Robert’s sex lingering in her mouth. At which point she became aware of Robert’s cock, free of its cage, brushing across her face. Knelt at her head, her outstretched arms now pinned under his legs, his balls slipped into her welcoming mouth, and she gorged herself upon them. Her other lover pounded her pussy ever harder and slapped her breasts once again. The pain heightened her senses. Robert’s cock replaced his balls in her mouth. She sucked him off hard. He pressed into her, making her gag, until suddenly her mouth was filled with his cum. She swallowed all she could, but he gave her an abundance of his seed. It dripped on down her chin. He pulled out and the final gift spilled over her face.
With that, Francesca dug her nails into the flesh of her flautist’s shoulders and dragged them down his back, drawing blood. He reared up with pain, his shaft driven even deeper inside her temple by the motion. She gripped his cock vice like inside her. He could hold back no more. He flooded her with cum, and she milked him for every ounce in his balls.
Francesca looked up at Robert and, staring directly and unflinchingly into Robert’s eyes as this other man fucked her, she came one final time.