Bardic Music

Mary released his head, careful not to let any of his cum escape. She turned to her cousin as she stood, grabbing a hold of her face and pulling her in for a kiss. Small trails of semen leaked from their lips, running down the busty redhead's chin in slow streams before dripping into her cleavage. The milky white stained her freckled skin as it flowed, mixed with the couple's saliva. It seemed to Franz that every last drop had found its way onto her skin with nothing left in their mouths as their kiss broke. Lines of saliva connected their wet and cum-stained lips as Mary sank to her cousin's breasts. Her tongue ran through the gap between the other woman's breasts, licking up his seed as though it were too precious to waste on skin. Her tongue finished with the redhead's breasts and traveled up her neck to lick clean her chin and lips. Her head tilted back, eyes closed as she savored the taste of her master's seed in her mouth. She made an act of swallowing, tracing the lump with her hand as it spilled down her throat.

Mary shuddered as she swallowed, overcome with the pleasure of serving her master. She had no idea what he did to her mind, but she knew that she was loving every second of it. She was destined to live out the rest of her boring wife as a trophy wife, probably to some aged noble or son of a notable merchant. He not only rescued her from her gilded cage, he showed her pleasure like she had never felt before, pleasure that would give her purpose. She lived to share this pleasure with him, to serve his needs and worship his cock.

The thought reminded her of the aching need between her legs. Her hand dipped slightly into her lips and came out soaked, dragging a thick rope of her fluids with it. She could bear the wait no longer, rolling to her back on the cold marble floor and spreading her legs. She looked up to him, his cock still hard after her service, and whined.

The sound surprised even her, though seeing first-hand her submission and lust did nothing but deepen both. She needed him inside her and would literally beg if she needed to. Fortunately, it seemed as though it was unnecessary as he fell to his knees and crawled up to position himself between her spread thighs. Instead of taking her then and there, he lifted her in his arms and deposited her on a nearby table before leaving to collect her cousin and the violin bow. She could spare no though to the reason for the second item, too occupied holding her legs up to her head to give him greater access to her sopping cunt.

Her cousin laid on the table next to her, directed by their master to lay on her arms and knees, rear up and presented and legs slightly spread. Their eyes met as they lay in wait, lidded with arousal. She reached out to stroke her cousin's hair as she felt a pleasant weight come to rest upon her mons. She looked down to see the bard standing between her legs, cock rubbing gently over her pubic hair as he turned to her cousin, slipping the long hairs of his bow between the lips of her pussy. The redhead moaned softly, her warm breath washing over her face as the bow began to move, stimulating the full length of her slit as it stroked her. Mary's fascination at watching her cousin be literally played like a fiddle ended as a heavy pressure built at her inner lips.

Franz pushed forward slowly, wary that breaching her maiden head too roughly would be painful, something he already made sure the redhead would not need to worry about. Feeling the obstruction pressed against his tip, he thrust in quickly, hoping a quick rupture would be less painful. Mary gasped and clenched below him in some obvious discomfort. His thumb rolled over her clit as he slowly eased himself in, hoping to drown out the pain with pleasure.

Using a bow as a sex toy was a stroke of genius. Within seconds, Sophia was already bucking and gasping at his ministrations. Unable to thrust fully into the other girl, he took out his lust on the cunt presented before him, rubbing it with long strokes of his bow. Her outer lips pulled together, hiding the bowstring between them. He was careful to avoid her pearl at first, concerned that the sensation may be painful. Despite his efforts, the redhead did everything she could to thrust her nub in the path of the bow, so he quickly gave up and stroked with impunity. She drenched the hairs of the bow so thoroughly that he would need to replace it after this. Sophia shook as he ran the bow across her, varying the length and speed of the stroke as if playing a song.

His hand moved on its own as he refocused his efforts on the woman in front of him. She seemed to have passed the pain of deflowering, giving him leave to increase his pace and depth. His thumb circled around her clit as his thrusts grew ever deeper. Fluids poured from her accepting snatch every time he withdrew. His eyes flicked between watching her walls stretch around and pull on him with every thrust and the shallow gasps of her mouth as she lost herself in ecstasy. He could feel her shaking breaths and pounding heartbeat through their connection, so tight was her grip around his cock.

The full length of her pale, toned legs were on display for him, her ankles still firmly in her grasp near her head. He wished to simply lay atop her, pull her body tightly to his and breed her. He would have, had it not been for the redhead who currently occupied his other hand. Threesomes were all about compromise, after all. His hand remained on autopilot, stroking the bow across her pussy by memory, playing without his knowledge what was ingrained most deeply within his mind.

Oblivious to the actions of his hand, he continued to ravage the brunette with impunity. She lost her grip on her ankles, resting them now against his shoulders. The table supported only her shoulders, the rest of her body arched in pleasure as her legs leveraged against him. Her cunt tightened around him as her breath drew short, signaling the arrival of her first orgasm. Her body rippled in pleasure around him as moans escaped her slack mouth. Arousal had kept her on edge until now and a recent ejaculation provided the bard with the endurance he needed to ride out her early orgasm, thrusting unperturbed into her quivering cunt. He gave her no time to recover, maintaining his pace even as she shook from post-orgasmic sensitivity. He drove on, entirely dedicated to filling her with seed no matter how many times she came. By the looks of it, she was going to cum a lot.

Sophia regarded her cousin's expression with equal parts amusement and arousal, laughing at her silly expression while yearning for the fullness and warmth she felt. She was not without her own unique pleasures, however. The bow sawed along her vulva in a familiar pattern. Her finger tapped to the rhythm it kept as she lost herself in the sensation and beat. Her mind grasped at the memory of his performance as the encore was played not on a violin but on her lips. She felt only pleasure as she drifted, memory and pleasure filling in the gaps the magic left as she fell again into trance.

Her limbs grew heavy as her head pressed uncomfortably into the table. She barely registered her awkward position as her legs spread and raised to better present herself to her master. Her desire to submit led her deeper into trance, pulled down by nothing but her own mind and its need to feel the ecstasy of total control that only he could offer her.

The world was black as her mind slipped inside itself, restrained by pleasure. He would do with her what he wanted and she relinquished control of her body to facilitate this. She shook with arousal without knowing it, her body being little more to her than a receptor for the pleasure he offered. The sharp strokes of his bow resonated through her entire body like the music had, making her nipples tingle as they dragged across the table. She felt as though wrapped in a blanket of pleasure and comfort, content in his control even if it existed only in her mind. Drool escaped her mouth as her jaw hung slack from disuse. Only her legs still functioned and only for the purpose of presenting her sex to her master to use as he saw fit. She was his and loving every second of it.

Franz felt his climax rise in time with his partner's. She was approaching her fifth orgasm since he penetrated her and had long-since lost the will to do anything but accept what he gave her. She hung limply from his shoulders, moving on her own only when she climaxed. Knowing that he was at the end of his rope, his free hand gripped her hip and pulled her onto him as he thrust more deeply than ever, intent on seeding her deepest reaches. For one final time, her cunt squeezed tightly around him, contracting in waves and milking him for all he had. He grunted as he slammed home, releasing his load deep inside, spurred on to press and grind by her breathless moans.

When at last his orgasm subsided, he fell panting into her arms, content to simply sit inside her for some time. The bow fell from his hand as he steadied himself on the table, slightly impressed by its ability to hold the three of them without complaint. He turned to see the bustier cousin still panting, face pressed into the table and eyes rolled back. It took him a long moment to realize that she had put herself into trance, likely aided by his vigorous ministrations. His soft laugh was joined by another as Mary saw what he did, amused to see her so ensnared. They looked to each other and nodded in agreement on the unspoken plan that formed between them.

Mary watched Franz stroke himself to hardness as he aligned himself behind the enraptured redhead. She scooted across the table, lubricated by her own juices, to place her dripping quim in front of her cousin's slack mouth. She massaged her own breasts as her master whispered orders to her cousin, who picked up immediately at his voice. A split second later, a tongue lashed out and into her waiting sex, diving deep into her still-sensitive flesh. She gasped at the sudden, exuberant contact, reaching down to pull the woman deeper into her cunt.

The intruding tongue dug deep inside her, eagerly seeking out the mixture of arousal and fresh cum. Her fingers ran through the hair of the girl between her legs, restraining her gently as she gasped and moaned into her cunt. It seemed as though the redhead was enjoying this as much as she was, likely a reciprocal pleasure like she felt earlier. She envied her cousin as the bard lined up behind her, curious how it would feel to be eaten out and fucked at once. She would have to try it later.

Franz's hands gently stroked Sophia's ass as he positioned his cock at her drooling entrance. She offered no resistance to his intrusion, her cunt open and accepting despite being only recently broken in. It twitched around him as he pressed inside, reacting to the phantom sensations implanted by his suggestion. He pushed in without pause, rutting into her without thought. It took only a few seconds for her first orgasm, her cunt gripping spasmodically at his cock. His eyes roamed freely, taking in the soft, jiggling curves of the redhead as well as the lithe, twitching body of the brunette she so voraciously ate out.

Sophia's mouth pressed rhythmically into her partner's quim as he battered her pussy with unbridled lust. Every thrust was met by her shaking hips, announced by a wet slapping noise and light splatter of her lubrication as his cock parted her inner walls. They moved together as one, a single mind directing three bodies in a chorus of pleasure as each approached and inevitable climax.

Every thrust brought the trio closer as their breaths reduced to strangled gasps and panting. Sweat and cum drenched the table, coating each of them as they twisted and writhed, too exhausted to make a final push yet too aroused to simply give up. Sophia came first, collapsing under the dual stimulus. She moaned and dug deeper into her cousin's pussy, igniting her orgasm only seconds before her own contractions finally drew the final load out of her master, gratefully accepting his sperm as it pooled inside her. A cacophonous cry sounded as the three climaxed simultaneously, shouting out to announce their orgasms before collapsing into a pile, exhausted and thoroughly sated.

Franz collected himself a short time later, eager to clean up and abscond before anyone else woke up. He dressed and packed his violin, careful to spare the antique the indignity of exposure to the mixed fluids that covered everything else in the room. The girls seemed okay to clean up by themselves, exhausted though they may be. They had already gathered what little they wished to bring with them and patiently killed time by wiping up the evidence of their escapades.

He scanned the room one last time to make sure everything was in place before removing the empty chairs from the audience to hide the absence of their former occupants. The audience would awake naturally in a few hours, remembering nothing about his performance or what happened after except that they thoroughly enjoyed every second. He had not allowed anyone to recall a performance since the day he graduated from bard school. It was no wonder, really. He only knew one song.