Lena's memories

It was a strange reunion. Lena sat propped at the head of the great bed, her arms folded across her knees, her large perfect eyes staring at Raibeart with an expression he could not fathom. A curious bond now existed between them: she had once thought him influential; she seen his fall from grace; she had witnessed his degradation. And she was his one link to Saoirse. But when he mentioned Saoirse again Lena's gaze wandered to the statuary and the other trappings of opulence in the room.

'Lena - when you saw her was she all right?' he asked.

'Saoirse?'

'Yes.' He stretched along the bed towards her.

'She is safe,' she muttered. Then she stared straight at him. 'I think her master means to keep her for her milk.' And now Raibeart’s gaze fell.

He felt the tips of her small fingers brush his naked shoulder comfortingly. 'It is our destiny - to use our talents for the greater pleasure of our masters.' Her eyes sparkled. 'It gives us pleasure too.'

'But the harsh way they used you - you especially -in the Abbey

'My lord, I saw you watch my pleasure coming. I remember that. Did that not please you?'

'I was never a lord,' he said bleakly.

'I did not know it then.'

'You mean you would have suffered such things at my behest?'

Some of them were done because you were there. It did not take away my pleasure. It added to it. I wanted to please you, as Commissioner. J know I must have: you wanted to take me to your cell that night.'
She had said it all. He looked at her and could not deny it. In the Abbey, she had seemed so vulnerable - a virgin. How could he ever forget what he had seen?

Her little gold chain extended between two studs, two-thirds the way down her inner lips. The chain had five jewelled links - he knew the exact count - each one with a small inset ruby. The chaining of her sex symbolised that this access was to be considered closed. She still wore the chain. Yet now she seemed so worldly-wise.

Amongst the collection of statuary in bronze was a new addition. Though small, it took pride of place in an alcove just above the bed. So deeply arousing was this work that it made the heartbeat quicken. And the subject was before him in the flesh.
Lena again lifted the statue down: she loved it. Again she looked at it with proud wide eyes. She was so beautiful and so proud of her sexuality. Again she wanted Raibeart to touch and to admire her statue. She handed it to him; his hands were weak. And she watched him with glittering eyes as he stared at it. The feeling in the pit of Raibeart’s belly was one of exquisite yearning for her. The two men - their bodies - were somehow subdued, incomplete, merged into the rough-finished base. There was an urgency in the rendition of Lena: as she lay back, her little breasts were gathered up to thick, uneven unfinished points; her chain had been selectively buffed to make it glimmer. But most achingly provocative was the captured sexual act, the puncturing °f her swollen aroused body by the penises - the Puncturing of her protruding anus and the puncturing of her pouting mouth. Raibeart looked at the statue and recalled the soft gasping sounds that he had heard, of Lena gagging on the pumping penis as she came to pleasure.

Lena had now got off the bed and begun to examine the other bronzes in the room. Her fingers selectively searched out the erect penises; she kept closing her hand protectively around the balls. Raibeart erection was coming; the tip was beginning to weep; he half turned against the bed to hide it. Lena returned with a bronze cast of a large erect penis. She sat on the bed playing with it, taking the heavy balls in her fingers.

'Were you never a Commissioner?' she asked him.
'No.'

'Not even before you came to the Abbey?'

'No.' It was as if she still wanted to believe that he was. When he looked at her he almost wanted to believe it too. One knee was slowly slipping open and those early memories of her flooded back as her chained sex stood revealed. For Lena had a sex so lovely that it invited exploration. The piercing points made by the studs were now slightly inflamed from the repeated touching by enquiring fingers and repeated stretching of the chain: that much was different. He remembered that when she was made to stand or kneel, with her inner lips safely inside the smooth split bare shield of the outer ones, and the chain tucked up - pushed gently up -inside her, no trace of gold or jewel could be seen. Then as she became aroused, her sex would lubricate. Any movement of her thighs or buttocks - if perchance her anus were being examined or stimulated - would cause the chain to slip a little, until by degrees, it would dangle. And its pulling would cause her outer lips to split like the wings of a beetle and the inner lips to bulge down. The entrance to her sex was narrow - it might accommodate a female forefinger or the little finger of a man. In the Abbey there must have befallen many such explorations. Raibeart now imagined the scene, with Lena lying with her little sex spread to the limits of its chain and the pad of a nun's finger probing for the mouth of Lena's womb, exerting a pressure so sublime that Lena would reach up and kiss her lover and squeeze herself around the finger. Her little knob would be extended like a red shiny blister from its hood and the nun would tease it with the finger newly moistened from inside.

But Lena's very treasure was her anus - enlarged and made sensitive by repeated stretching. Lena had been taught to crave such stimulation. The Abbess had been training her to satiate the soldiers' perverse lust. But no monk attending her had been able to resist. Their flesh, by dictum denied access to her sex, sought solace in her bottom.

Without Raibeart s realising it Lena had moved closer. Now she snuggled up. 'Why do men have two hearts?' she whispered. He frowned at her and she smiled back. Her fingertips were idly brushing his shaved belly. 'When the boat-women punished you . ..' And as if it were the most natural thing to do, she took hold of his naked balls and squeezed them gently. All he could do was close his eyes and listen to her words. He could not prevent the erection burgeoning. It appeared she thought it neither strange nor untoward. 'On the deck, when it was coming, when this heart was pumping out its love ...' She squeezed his balls again. 'I wanted to kiss it then. And I wanted to kiss it when the Lady Cudromach put those clamps on it; I wanted to kiss it when it was hurting. The monks would never let me drink their juices, not properly. Look - you are leaking.' She licked his penis quickly, suggestively. 'Sometimes, when they lay on top of me, I could feel their first heart beating against my back - so tense, they were. Then I would feel this other heart that only a man has, so close against my bottom, as if it too were trying to get inside file. And then it would start pumping like the first heart, but harder, and I would feel their juices soaking through the sheath.

Raibeart was transfixed by her frankness. Her eyes sparkled sweet wantonness. 'But that first time, in the training cloister, when you were watching, I knew I had pleased my lord/ Head tilted to one side she stared at him.

He nodded weakly.

'Because my breasts were small I had been taken to the Abbess to see what might be done. It was while she was examining me that she found my - my anus, to be so responsive. She said it was a talent that must be nurtured. She used her finger in me. I wanted the funny feeling to come. But it would not quite come, not that way, not at first. But it was still lovely.'

Hearing her speak of such practices made him ache gently inside. He could not hide his erection. She seemed to think it the natural way for a man to be. His quietness prompted her to continue:
'She put things into me, many different kinds of things. She used powders to make me itch. I could not keep still. It is such a peculiar feeling. While it was happening, she held my legs open and Sister Sutrice sucked me here.' She showed him. 'And the pleasure came - hard.' With her eyes closed, she shook her head very gently from side to side. 'Oh - so hard. And it was lovely. Then they told me that my bottom would be trained. They had me fitted with my chain. The Abbess said my sex was so beautiful that it must never be opened by a cock.'

'There were many suitors for you, among the monks?' One look at her again and Raibeart knew the answer.
'I liked it,' Lena murmured. 'There was one special young monk who was very kind. When we were alone he used to kiss me - so gently - and whisper to me. Sometimes he would hold my wrists. He used to touch my love-button. He once kissed it.' She put one hand to it, exposing her clitoris. Her other hand reached back between her legs as if caressing something invisible. 'I used to hold his other heart while it was pumping. I liked him more than the others.' Raibeart watched her lying on her side, her legs scissored, her hand between them, her fingers clutching rhythmically at the air. The cheeks of her bottom were open and he could see the place which had been the subject of this close training. The tender tissues bore the signs. But even in its swelling it was beautiful. He had the urge to kiss it. Lena gazed over her shoulder at him. He lay closer, encompassing her perfect belly in his hand. She gave a little shiver. Her breasts were small.

At night, after my training by the monks, the Abbess and Sutrice would share me. They used a dildo of matted horsehair which Sutrice had had specially fashioned. One of them would use it on me while the other was sucking. Just before my pleasure came they would stop sucking. Then the rubbing of the dildo would be enough to bring me on.'

Lena spared no detail in her explanation, interspersing her account with sexual postures and gestures and unabashed advances. She had turned to face him. 'It makes a feeling in your bottom, like an ache, but nice,' she murmured. Her eyes were fixed on Raibeart’s erect penis. The monks were forced to wear sheaths but yours is bare, like the soldiers' were - I could feel their warm skin against me when they were inside, and feel them going slippy when they squirted. But only the first one or two; after that it was slippy all the time. Yours will already be slippy because it is leaking.'

His thumb was under her chain; it was caressing her sheathed clitoris very slowly; her labia were already soft. She was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on what she was saying. He asked about the soldiers. Each time his little finger touched her anus, it responded by expanding like a soft thick-lipped mouth seeking to suck the fingertip.

'At first I was frightened/ she began.

Gently he took hold of her knees, tucking them up. Tell me what happened/ he whispered, continuing to touch her. Dearly would he have loved to go further.

The marshal said he wanted to watch me please his men. He took me into the garden.'

'How many soldiers?'

'Five or six. No, six it was. I counted.' Never did a tale spur such arousal in a man. She whispered: 'I liked it - the taste; they called their love-juice "spunk". The monks were always sheathed. With the soldiers it was good, for theirs were naked: I could feel it coming out and I could taste it. With the monks, only their hearts were naked between their legs. They sometimes let me take their love-hearts in my mouth. And I would feel them beating - when the love-juice came. Or when they were on top of me I would feel the love-tube pumping up my bottom. But I would never feel the squirt inside for they were sheathed. With the soldiers it was different.'
She licked her lips. And how he wanted to slide above her so her reaching lips could sip the fluid from his leaking penis.

'Were they harsh with you?'

They were so ... so urgent. Not steady like the monks. And they never played with me properly, like the monks would. I wanted it but they did not seem to know to do it. And that just made me crave it even more. When one of them would spunk inside my mouth or up my bottom, the funny feeling would come inside my belly - like a hurt, but not a hurt - like an ache, but very sweet. They carried me out on to the grass . .

She broke off, looking away, reliving it. Then suddenly she arched up, reaching for his penis as he knelt above her, grasping it with her two hands round the base. Falling back, she held her lips wide. Clear drops of his fluid - one, two, three - fell down into Lena s lovely mouth. He kissed her. She told him that the soldiers' juice was stronger. He sucked her between the legs then tickled her labia, pulled the chain, gave little wet smacks to her clitoris, which excited her greatly.

'Now,' he said, 'tell me everything your soldiers did.'

The first one did me without my feet ever touching the ground.'

When she spoke in detail of the penetration, Raibeart opened her anus, making her moan, and he held it thus, with three fingers a little way inside it, gently stretching it for her.

The others were in front of me, watching,' she whispered. 'When they lifted me off his tube it was still hard but it had a slippy cream, like soft-boiled egg white, under the rim. They made me suck it clean. One put his fingers up my bottom. Then he went inside from underneath while the next one did it in my mouth. He showed me how to pump his tube.'

Raibeart stared at the bronze statue and pictured Lena on her back now, lying on the soldier, one cock inside her bottom, the other, fat, stretching her mouth, her small fingers round it, pumping, her other hand between her legs, clasping the heart-shaped balls.
She made an open sucking gesture with her lips. 'They showed me how to love them deeply with my mouth. It is a funny feeling - inside your throat; if it comes when it is too deep you cannot taste it but you can still feel it going down. And because you are sucking so deeply it makes you want to open your bottom very wide so you can feel the love-heart beating against you. When they were feeding me this way, I wanted them to play with me. But it was still nice. The marshal told me I am the most beautiful creature he has known.'

Raibeart did not doubt it. Again he rose above her, took her feet in his hands and spread her open. His rigid Penis, searching, probed between her legs, touched the naked hot lips then slipped between them under her chain. Pressing gently he oiled his leaking glans in the cup of her sex.

Then he put it to her bottom.

Oh, God . . / he groaned.

Her chain stretched wide. Her little knob stood out. Her cheek was turned away. Her beautiful kissable anus was expanding very slowly, softly sucking his penis in. Inside she felt oily and red hot. Her bottom held just the bulb and it squeezed. And she looked at him sidelong while softly squeezing. Then she put out her tongue for him to kiss. He sank very slowly up inside her. She caught her breath, but her tongue still protruded. His penis was right in. Her bottom felt so hot. And because he was above her, his balls were dangling; their smooth skin pressed against the velvet surround of her anus.

Then his shaved pubes touched her open sex.

She moaned, thrusting gently, rotating her hips. He sucked her tongue once - she had to reach. He was still holding her small soft feet. Now he sucked her middle toe. He could feel her knob against his pubic bone and her chain impressed into her open sex lips. He sank deeper into the delicious hotness; she gasped; he rose above her, pinned her feet against the bed and took slow deep strokes inside her bottom. 'Let me suck it,' she moaned. As he drew out, her mouth reached up between her legs, took one testing lick of his leaking glans -'Mmmm - it's stronger now,' she murmured - then her lips locked round it like a limpet.

He pulled out and slid it far back inside her upturned bottom. 'Oh! It went deep that one,' she gasped, reaching up to kiss his face. 'Let me ride,' she begged. When she was on top, she faced away. He reached around and rubbed the jewelled chain gently against her clitoris and pushed a finger inside. She started to come, so he eased the touching, made it very gentle but kept his finger in her.
Her bottom kept squeezing. Her fingers slipped down underneath and clasped his balls, like a heart that would soon begin beating. She massaged this heart urgently her fingers pressing into it, seeking. And she lay back against him, so his penis slid a short way out, and her anus clutched in spasms the sensitive glans until he could not hold back. Her fingertips must have felt the climax coming from deep behind his balls. 'It's beating,' she murmured, 'Oh, quickly ... Please ...' Trembling, she pulled his penis out and pointed it up between her thighs, trying to crouch forwards to reach it with her mouth. She was already shuddering as the semen started to spurt. It arced above her belly and splashed into her open mouth. It was on her face and neck and breast and still coming. He could feel her shudders through his fingers round her knob.

She turned her head and kissed him, the sticky salt fluid hot and astringent on her tongue. Then she smiled triumphantly - she had made him spill his heart, that tight, pumping, tender heart that dangled under his penis between his legs - he had spilled his heart for her.

Lena snuggled up against him. He kissed her. He wiped the semen from her cheek. She put her head against his breast. In a few minutes she was in a deep sleep. He looked at her lovely face. Then he kissed her eyebrows. She did not notice. When he turned, his mentor was in the room.

'Had we anticipated that you would have plumbed her depths with such alacrity, we might first have fitted you with your ring, that her experience be that much more piquant and that she might not fall asleep.' Lady Cudromach raised a finger. The door opened and two female guards came in. She pointed to Lena, who remained half asleep, innocently unfrightened, when they lifted her off him. Lady Cudromach then sat beside him on the bed. 'But there is this interesting difference for a girl - that exhaustion is no bar to pleasure; it merely makes its throes more protracted, its methods more exacting of the lover; and for the orchestrator, the culmination more satisfyingly complete.' She turned to him. in the male the requirement is fortitude. And my proteges are not exempt. Turn over.'

He gasped when his cheeks were opened. It felt as if her two fingers, sliding up into him, were coated in liquid pleasure, it is a small preparation which serves to stimulate the gland.' Only after she had had him secured did the stimulation begin to work in earnest. He was on his back, 'so no relief may come through contact with the penis.' His mentor sat with him and Lena watched his penis straining in its skin. 'And all of this is a salute to you, my dear,' Lady Cudromach told Lena. 'Fear not, none of it shall be wasted.' She turned to her guard. 'Have the love-seat made ready for their nuptials in the conservatory.'

Under glass the summer evening's heat had been captured and softened by the night; dawn had broken; the re-warming was just beginning; the light was already good. And light was so important in the subtleties of pleasure.

Lady Cudromach watched her charge's penis stand yet further from his body as the guards lowered him on to the thick, ingrained wooden phallus of the love-seat. Lena was being masturbated standing. Her eyes were black with sexual excitement as she looked upon the bulging penis kept hard by the deep stimulation of the wooden phallus. 'Sit her on him,' Cudromach instructed. 'And bring my chair. The intimacies of love are nectar for the mind.'

In anal coitus there are two pleasure-points for the girl - the head of the penis fitting to the place deep inside her where her cavity begins to narrow, and the stretching of the anal mouth about the widening at the penis base. When the latter is augmented by external pressure from the male pubic mound, this pleasure-point is the more potent.

'Go deeper. Get it deeper up inside her,' she directed.

For the watcher, this viewpoint from between the girl's legs - of her breasts and belly, sex and opened anus -reigns supreme. Lena grunted softly when the pressure of full deep contact came, with Raibeart’s smooth pubic mound against the stretched rim of her anus. Her knees were up beside her breasts, her armpits were quite naked, shaved. Raibeart’s hands were stretched round her thighs, supporting her like a bundle, # soft pale sexual bundle gently impaled upon his bulging stake. His fingertips now gripped clasp-like upon her outer pubic lips and pulled them, causing her inner lips to peel open to the limit of their chain. The sexual shiver travelled up her belly, up the mid-line, to her breasts, which trembled separately in the shaft of sunlight. The fingertips continued to pull her even though she could not open any wider, on account of her chain. But her sexual knob, coaxed by the stroking of a finger, suddenly extruded fully from its hood, causing a gentle gasp, causing her slim white hands to reach for his wrists. But they did not try to stop him. They just held his wrists while his fingers eased, then prised, her hood ever more fully back and the skin around her knob inverted from the force of her erection. The Seerguard now applied a little dab of the anal stimulant to her naked clitoris. Her labia tried to close but could not.

Because of the stretching, the light now fell inside the lovely hollow of her sex. She was a virgin but the various fingers of sexual enquiry must have languished over-long. The lower part of the back wall was visible, deep red, shiny moist - kissably so, if one's lips could but reach it - tight and curving, blatantly stretched by the pressure of the penis from behind.

'Lift her,' said Cudromach. 'Slowly - and nicely.'

Amid Lena's gently quickened breathing, the pink anal skin was drawn down by suction through the continuous pull of the shaft. This slowness of drawing made her anus want to close - a quite involuntary reaction which could be cured by training. Cudromach, with gentle admonishments, soft strokings of Lena's underarms and gathered breasts, light squeezings of her aroused nipples, encouraged her anus to relax. The shape of the rim of Raibeart s glans inside her was visible through the drawn skin just before the head was yielded. The hot, newly emerged shaft was laid against her open-lipped sex. Her fingers immediately slid across and took the penis, rubbing the streaks of love-oil and moisture, rendering even her embarrassment a highly sexual gesture.

'I want your body to weep its pleasure like honey from a wounded comb,' Cudromach whispered.

And she took Lena's fingertips into her mouth, sucking while Lena shivered, open-sexed. When Cudromach drew aside the penis, Lena, understanding what was wanted, twisted to one side. Then Cudromach's fingers were up her bottom, delving amongst the moist stretched aromatic folds, while Lena with one hand held her sex half open, her knob projecting for her mistress.

Stimulation ever deepening, layer upon layer of desire peeled back: this was Cudromach's purpose - to keep that female knob projecting and potent; to channel all the abstract tender-hearted female passions into overpowering lust.

To this end, she fitted to Raibeart’s penis a special instrument, a cockscomb sheath. Lena moaned when she realised it was intended to stretch and stimulate the very place that Cudromach's fingers had just vacated. The sheath was open-ended, so Raibeart’s glans erupted like a bursting succulent mushroom through the narrow mouth of leather. Care was needed, for ejaculation might come about by this straightjacketing of the swelling glans during fitting of the sheath. The supple leather clung to the penis like a tight second skin. But slung under its head was the cockscomb - three one-inch balls of shot, individually encased in leather and arranged as a vertical column. Cudromach stroked his rigid penis. She rubbed its captive balls of shot. They moved independently and to a degree freely, from side to side and up and down. Prolonged use was the secret - prolonged use inside receptive nubile bodies had made the leather soft. So there existed this contrast, the suppleness of the clinging leather, the firmness of the shot.

Cudromach looked at Lena. 'Be. brave, my little one ..Lena shivered and lifted high.

And Lady Cudromach, moved with sudden love, held aside the penis and bestowed deep sucking kisses upon Lena's fleshy anal ring. And because her lady was kissing her there, in so rude and sensitive and sexual a place, Lena shuddered and closed her eyes and spread her legs so wide that the gape between her sex lips threatened scission of their little chain. Cudromach now guided the bulging bare-headed penis into the place she had so wetted with kisses.

'Oh - so beautiful, you are,' said Cudromach.

Lena was looking at her longingly and moaning gently, with her tongue now extended and her sweet pink anus stretching, contracting, trembling, trying to spread. Suddenly she groaned: her anus opened like a blossom and ingested the swollen head. The muscle temporarily locked around the rim of the glans.

Her slim white legs were trembling. Her belly bulged up. Cudromach licked its tight umbilicus. She thought how she would like it pierced - with a tiny gold ball pushed under the skin, so the umbilicus projected, so Cudromach might look at it, touch it, kiss it, suck it, while Lena was being slowly masturbated with her legs tied open and her hands behind her head.

Drawing back, Cudromach massaged the shiny hard bridge of flesh above Lena's stretched plugged bottom. She put her fingers inside the tight young sex to test the progress of the insertion. She could feel just the head of the penis through the wall of skin. She could not get a firm grip because the inside of Lena's sex was weeping oil. Lena murmured, open-mouthed.

'Do you like it when I squeeze you here?'

Again she touched the buried head of Raibeart s penis, which was unduly swollen, spilling through the constriction of its sheath. Again Lena murmured. ‘Let your lovely body open. It want to feel his cock-end sliding in.' Lena gasped and spread her knees. She drew them up beside her breasts. And the penis started coming into her, slipping deeper. The first part of the sheath slid through the entrance. Its leather had a waxy surface from repeated sexual oilings. It slid more easily.

'Stay', Cudromach whispered.

For she wished to look upon her in this very sexual pose, knees tucked up beside her breasts, arms now cast back, armpits naked, sex wide open, anus half swallowing the leather-clad penis, the lovely bridge of shiny flesh above it bisected by a fine dark line which any tongue would wish to lick. And the cockscomb, shaking under Belangaria's teasing fingers, was poised to be pushed inside.

The first leather-coated ball, impinging against the front of Lena's anus, twisted. The penis pushed but the ball resisted. Lena pleaded softly. She was yet small despite her training.

'Oil -' said Cudromach. 'A little oil here. Drip it!'

'Ahh!' Lena cried out gently.

'Pant, my darling . . .' said Cudromach. 'Pant.' As the sweet breasts rose and fell, Cudromach supported her. 'Sit on it - sit up. More oil.'
'Ahhh!'

'Oh - sweet creature. There. Take it, sweetheart, take all of it inside you.'

And she masturbated Lena's knob with pure fresh spittle while the sliding cockscomb distended Lena's bottom, ball by oily ball.

As Lena sat hunched upon Raibeart's penis, Cudromach put two fingers inside her sex to feel the cockscomb lodged behind. One by one she rubbed the balls from side to side.

'Oh for lips that could reach inside you like a snout' she murmured.

For they could suck the glans of Raibeart s penis with its cockscomb moulded through the wall of skin. She pressed her fingers down inside towards the rim and she could feel the penis thrusting in and out.

'Have you a mirror? Did you think to bring one?' she asked her guards.

One was found. She made Lena hold her sex open while she showed her the bumps of the cockscomb so prominent inside. Then she masturbated her to the point where her body turned soft, her little nipples fat, her belly yielding, and the flush of sweat was under her arms. Then she made her lift right off the penis, letting her watch in the mirror how her anus expanded and tightened as each ball was being shed. Afterwards it felt hot and soft and beautiful to Cudromach's searching fingers.

'Tuck your fingers up your cunt.' Lena found it difficult because of her chain. 'Now - fingertips touching mine . . Lena trembled gently with her fingers inside her sex, with Cudromach's tongue inside her mouth and Cudromach's fingers up her bottom, pressed against hers through her inner skin.

'Lemon oil, this time,' said Cudromach. 'Shhh ... It is better, more stingy, now your bottom is well stretched.' And sting it did. This time Lena could not keep still on the penis.

'Ride the itch.' Cudromach could not keep hold upon the cockscomb up inside.

'Lie her back,' she said at last. 'Hold her open. Hold her quite still.' The bumps were just visible inside her. What to put there, up inside her sex, to help to bring her on? Could she smack it, with a thin leather? Could such a leather be directed precisely through the opening to strike against the back wall far enough inside? And what of irrigation, with a fine jet playing only on this inside skin? Or a feather simply put inside and twirled?

Lena's knob stood out so hard that her contractions were beginning unassisted. And Cudromach still could not decide. 'Quickly - draw the seat back. Lie it down.' Raibeart, still bedded to the chair, was on his back. Lena lay on top, slipping backwards down his sloping belly, sliding up his chest. She was supported only by the grip of her anus round his penis, and by Cudromach's playing with her, wetting her proud clitoris, her belly button, her breasts, drawing her hood further back, licking her lovely knob which projected like a stubby penis. Between each hard and beautiful contraction of her bottom, its muscle could not hold her. Her anus slid ball by ball along the penis, finally shedding the glans, which began spurting up her body in powerful jets as Cudromach smacked beneath its balls. Lena was still coming, her knees up, her breasts above her face, her tongue seeking semen dripping from her nipples, when her lady's fingers swept back up her bottom, scratching all the itchy skin inside to make the itching worse.