The Coat Ch. 02
Faith bucked violently, as his larger-than-average prick penetrated her sex. He had smiled widely, at the sight of her natural hairiness and tugged at her pubic region playfully,
"Madam, allow me to rim your garden before he comes to bed again!" He praised her wet folds open and slid his length in completely, bumping into her flesh,
"Oh, you have all of me, sir!" Faith jumped, unused to having her cervix being so rudely bumped into.
Charity, now wishing to protect her sister, shuffled herself closer,
"Take that monstrous prick from her and fill my depths, if you can. I am no shrinking violet!" The barb was a challenge and she knew he would not disappoint. Faith had struggled with his member, being less experienced. The Officer grinned,
"Ah, so you challenge my swordsmanship, do you? Then Madam let us see what state your sheath is in!" Pulling himself out from Faith's quivering cunny, he noticed the redness of her sex and her gasp as he vacated her. Without a missing a step, he put his prick to Charity's home and then stooped,
"Come, sir! Fill my cunny and I shall quench your thirst for womanhood!" Charity would not let him fuck her sister again, she would extinguish his fire and save her from more ruin,
"No! Put me to your cunny and ride this pony, Madam!" Christopher grinned maliciously, wanting her to sacrifice herself for her sister's sake, Charity shuffled herself closer and reached down to grip his stiffened prick,
"Sir, I had not expected such a proud member, but I will soon have your ardour," The comment disguised a real concern. Although she had taken lovers, and when one was not available would take a virgin candle to her nethers and frig herself silly for the pent-up release. She threaded it to her folds, and looked up at him, "Come then, sir! See what thrills my cunny has for you instead of my sister!"
Christopher thrust into her as slowly as he could manage. He wanted to savour the surrender she made. He looked across at Faith, who had recovered her senses and looked to move away, but he would have no one of it,
"Move not one inch, Madam, though your sister has my prick, you can still enjoy my attentions," With that, he jabbed two fingers of his left hand, in her wet hole and used her slick juices to frig her steadily. Charity, looked across, quickly trying to think of some other way she might distract him; he thrust as violently as he could,
"Oh god!" Charity squealed, as his prick's girth and length finally plugged her hole. His immediate thrusting drove any thoughts of the salvation of Faith from her mind, as she now had to accommodate his prick. Christopher laughed cruelly, knowing the game that Charity had been playing, and now fucked her roughly. He had always known that Charity would have to be the sister to subdue; her fire and strength made her the more daring sister and strangely more desirable. He had guessed that she would be the more fervent supporter of the republic and would convince Faith to go along with her espionage,
"Now Madam, show me the thrills that your cunny may offer!" Christopher pulled his wet fingers from Faith's sex and slipped them into her sister's mouth, "Lick this slickness from my fingers and judge the flavour of your sister!" As Faith put her hand to her sex, feeling the sudden and unwelcome absence from her cunny, she slipped her fingers to fill her quivering cunny and continue her arousal. Charity gagged loudly, as Christopher's fingers flattened her tongue, and pulled out of her with a loud wet squelch, "Come now Faith let us continue!" Pulling her over, to straddle her sister, she now rested upon her hand and knees, her breasts dangling in her sister's face. Christopher pushed her legs apart, lowering her to allow his easy entry to her dripping cunny, His entry was easy and slick, and her juices gave him a wet slide into her depths,
"Oh please, be gentle with that prick, Sir!" Faith tensed as Christopher filled her up in one powerful stroke. With Charity now beneath her, she could see the contortions of her sister's face. She screwed up her beautiful eyes, as she felt the wanton prick stretching her wide to manage the man's prick. As she looked up, Faith glanced down to Charity, her mouth at once tight and her teeth gritted and then open and flaccid as a new and powerful sensation made her moan with both pleasure and pain at the rough sex she had to endure. Charity attempted to comfort her sister, but Christopher had expected her to try something,
"Pull on her nubs, dear sister. Pull on them like bell ropes and make her squeal!" He hissed, now holding onto her hips with one hand and rubbing at her pulsating puckered hole with a wet thumb and inserting it making Faith moan loudly. Charity hesitated but then began to roll her sister's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pulling on them, sending electricity through her nerves, and causing her cunny to clench down on the fat prick that was ruining her.
"Please sir, let me take your prick and spare my sister. I will give you all!" Charity blurted out,
"Why? What sisterly love you display but Madam, your sister is already giving me her all to me. Even now, your dirt hole relaxes under my thumb. Would you give me the same?" Christopher could hear the desperation in Charity's voice,
"Yes, you may take your sister's place but I demand your tightest hole in compensation, for your sister's cunny is the tightest I have felt for many a year! Would you take my prick in any hole?" He gasped and his breath ragged from the incessant pace of thrusts,
"Yes, plunder any hole but release your hold on Faith, Sir and All will be yours for the taking," She sobbed in surrender, her hand slipping down to her wet cunny and dipping fingers in her juices and slavering her puckered hole for the expected invasion.
Within moments of hurried scurrying. Faith was kneeling at Christopher's feet, Charity was bent over on the bed, with her hands prising open her arse cheeks, and Christopher pushing in his lubricated prick into her dirt hole. His fucking was not as violent, but he kept a strident and powerful rhythm as he fucked her dirt hole. Charity had experienced this sex before, but not for years, and had to stifle her cries, lest it frighten her sister into rash action. Within minutes, Christopher couldn't keep up this pace and excitement and with one almighty moan, he pulled his prick from her gaping reddened hole, and pointed his prick into Faith's face,
"Both of you, on the floor! Open your mouths," He gasped as he gripped his fat, straining prick and as Charity fell to her knees, his prick shivered and convulsed emitting a long pearl-coloured stream of his seed into the sister's mouths and face. Fauth attempted to back away, but Charity held her fast and both took the shock of his hot seed splashing on their faces and onto their tongues.
"Agh!" Faith choked and gagged, but Charity looked up at Christopher defiantly, letting the semen dribble down her naked breasts,
"Well, Charity! You have welcomed me most warmly and look forward to sharing this bed later, but for now, I think you should consider what you will be serving for dinner!" He mocked them, enjoying their disarray as he padded away back to his bath, "Faith, attend me!"
As Faith submissively walked behind him, to the copper bathtub, Charity wiped away the semen, spitting the saltiness from her lips and then scowling. She knew he wanted to humiliate them, and he had succeeded in that, but why had he favoured Faith over her, and why was she consigned to the kitchens?
End of Chapter Two.
"Despite her initial reluctance, Charity agreed to let Officer Christopher take his 'monstrous prick' to satisfy her sister's wishes, declaring she was 'no shrinking violet.'"
"Post the encounter, Charity felt a sense of erotic satisfaction, acknowledging that Officer Christopher had indeed 'quenched her thirst for womanhood,' albeit unwillingly."
