Trio in the Carriage(1)
(Background: During the Thermidorian Reaction, the pro-Robespierre masses of the Paris Commune successfully launched a second prison raid. Andre Quenet and his friends were released. He fled with Edith in a carriage arranged by Raphael.)
After the carriage hastily set off, Andre's breath had yet to steady. His always meticulously buttoned red jerkin now hung open, and his thin clothes were nearly torn into several tattered pieces during the struggle of his capture and the prison raid.
Merely baring his chest, perhaps, wouldn't have been too embarrassing for a man. But somehow, his trousers had also split open at the crotch, tearing further as he took strides onto the carriage. As he sat down, not only did his fair and sturdy thighs come into view, but one could also vaguely glimpse a small tuft of black hair.
Upon noticing this, he did his best to pull the two fabric pieces together with his hands. However, the trousers were also marked with a large, weird water stain, obscenely transparent, almost allowing the shape of his member to be discerned.
"You are practically undressed, Citizen Quenet," Raphael commented with a pretense of seriousness and a malicious delight.
"No need for your meddling, Saint-Clemont!" the mocked person retorted with shame and anger. He still attempted to project his usual cold air, but his disheveled appearance at the moment had little convincing power.
Andre's watery blue eyes scanned the interior of the carriage, seemingly desperate to find something as a fig leaf. However, in the scorching heat of Thermidor, who would have an extra coat to spare?
The interior of the carriage was already cramped and stifling, and the meaningful glances from his love rival, occasionally scrutinizing certain parts of his body, made Andre feel as though he sat on pins and needles. He squirmed in his seat, at times tugging at his gaping collar, and at other times forcefully pulling at his torn trousers, yet unable to attend to one without neglecting the other. The poor youth, with a face already somewhat boyish, now appeared on the verge of tears.
Edith could no longer bear watching and stood up, walking over to his side, saying, "Let me shield you, Andre."
Andre gazed at her, perplexed and aggrieved. She lifted her skirt and straddled on his lap, her back blocking the gaze of Raphael. Though he no longer needed to endure the mocking glances of his rival, the posture of the two was undeniably suggestive: they were so close that their scorching breaths brushed against each other's faces, her soft bosom pressed against his firm chest, and their heated intimacies merely separated by the thin fabric of the maiden's undergarments beneath her skirt.
In belated realisation of the impropriety of this approach, both youngsters blushed. However, Edith, caught in a predicament, chose to pretend as if nothing was amiss and continued to maintain their current position.
As the carriage neared the outskirts of Paris, Raphael suddenly assumed a grave expression and swiftly took a seat beside them. Resolutely, he commanded them, "Kiss. The more passionate, the better!"
"What?"
"I said, kiss, hurry! Hold her tightly in your arms!" he urgently directed the lovers while hastily unbuttoning his own shirt and roughly crumpling both his upper and lower garments.
Edith somehow comprehended his meaning and immediately cupped Andre's face with fervour, pressing her lips against his, while her entire body writhed upon his lap, causing his clothing to become even more disheveled. The man on the seat swiftly responded, his hands encircling her hips, lifting her upwards, pulling her closer to himself.
At that moment, Raphael also positioned himself closely beside the two, assuming a gesture of caressing Edith.
"What are you doing?" Andre noticed Raphael's actions and immediately asked with animosity in a low voice.
"Shut up! If you don't wish to end up on the guillotine yet, keep quiet!" Raphael warned him, his voice lowered with a threatening tone.
The carriage came to a halt near the checkpoint, where a bearded National Guard tapped on the carriage wall, indicating that the passengers inside undergo a routine inspection.
"Salute. I am de Saint-Clemont. You surely remember me, good citizen?" Raphael greeted the person outside with a tipsy voice. With one hand deliberately shielding the private position of the entwined lovers, and the other gripping the carriage doorframe, his hanging wide lantern sleeve conveniently obstructed the outsider's view.
"And the other two?" The bearded guard impatiently gestured towards the two individuals closer to the interior.
"As you can see, it's a bit... how should I put it... ahem... inconvenient here," Raphael replied.
The bearded guard furrowed his brows. "Hmm. Though I strongly support Danton—damn morals! The revolution is about allowing people to freely indulge! But you guys, three? Suspicious."
Edith and Andre, pressed closely together, could feel the nervous pounding of each other's hearts within their chests.
"What, you're also a friend of Danton, haven't you heard his more famous saying? In a republic, Lady Liberty belongs to everyone, and promiscuity is her virtue! Now, we just have two men here, yet you can't bear to see it?" Raphael retorted, tilting his chin back and assuming the demeanor of a dandy, surprisingly matching his aristocratic appearance.
"Hmph, you have a cultured face, yet your words truly make one blush!" The bearded guard, surprised and embarrassed, waved his hand and signaled to the station personnel. "Fine, let them pass!"
"We're saved." As the carriage rumbled back onto the road, Edith finally released her head from her lover's embrace and looked down at him with a whisper filled with relief.
The joy of surviving the ordeal made the two unable to resist pressing their foreheads together, smiling as they tenderly caressed each other's bodies, and affectionately engaged in kisses once again.
"Can't the benefactor ask for a little deserved reward?" Raphael interjected with a playful smile.
Andre snorted, "I could see from the moment you came up with that lousy plan that you had ulterior motives!"
"Are you sure you want to continue boasting, Quenet? I wouldn't mind sticking my head out again and telling that bearded man the person they're searching the whole city for is right here with me."
"Raphael!" Edith scolded him.
"The Republic aptly names this season Fervidor; it's truly scorching weather. Watching you two make out so unabashedly, I'm also feeling unbearably hot!" Raphael said as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his well-defined abdominal muscles.
"You have no shame, Saint-Clemont!" Andre reprimanded, his face turning red.
"You two carry on," Raphael waved his hand nonchalantly. "For lovers who have escaped death, what kind of revelry shouldn't be forgiven? But I also deserve my share. Forget not, youth and love are present here too!"
His words triggered a peculiar reaction among the ecstatic lovers: Edith and Andre's kisses took on a more erogenous hue.
She felt the hardness beneath her growing even more, gradually lifting her up—last night was too hurried and filled with despair, she didn't have a chance to fully experience the details. Now she truly felt what a scorching and vibrant rod he possessed, and her love juices instantly soaked her scanties. She felt extremely embarrassed, unsure if he had sensed her lustful response, yet reluctant to let go of his embrace.
"Stop, my dear Edith," Andre abruptly let go of her, his face flushed, and gasping for breath. "Otherwise, right here in this carriage, in front of him, I will take you."
"Why not? Andre? Edith?" Raphael leaned closer, his blue eyes shimmering with cunning, his tone gentle yet seductive.
Edith and Andre instinctively wanted to refute this absurd proposal, but their lower bodies disobeyed and swelled up from the imagination caused by these words, becoming even more uncontrollably moist.
They gazed into each other's eyes once again, as if mutually probing: after all, as Raphael had said, in the face of regained happiness, any wild celebration should not be condemned, shouldn't it?
Andre said nothing, but silently took action, sliding his hand beneath her skirt and pulling her panties down to her knees. Edith was already burning with desire, her entire petals drenched. There was no need for further preparation or adjustment as their naked and eager crotches pressed tightly against each other.
She felt the tip of his weapon teasing at the gates of her garden, prompting her to seek his lips, shy and raring. Holding his breath, he lifted his lower body, and they merged into one. It entered deeply, sweetly, and completely, as if penetrating her soul in an instant. They both let out a simultaneous sigh of intoxication.
"Hmph, it seems you've already had your way with her," Raphael's eyes were filled with strong bitterness. "Presenting yourself as a saint of the Republic every day in the National Convention, yet wasting no time indulging in carnal pleasures in private. Pah, Citizen Quenet!"
"Hold your tongue, Raphael! You know that Andre didn't... mmm, we just... last night," Edith muttered in complaint.
Upon hearing these words, Raphael finally revealed a smile. "Not bad, then he's not entirely hypocritical. But I wonder if this pretentious man can also lose himself in passion in bed? I'm genuinely curious!"
Andre moaned and gasped, no longer responding to Raphael's provocations. Initially, they tried to restrain their movements, but soon the excitement made them forget about the presence of a third party, and they passionately rocked back and forth, face-to-face.
With a burning gaze, Raphael stared at the joining point hidden beneath their garments. Placing one slender hand on his bulging crotch, he stroked and squeezed his own subsequently aroused penis through the fabric.
Finally, Andre let out a low, relieved moan, tightly gripping Edith's back. She felt his testicles contract in the moment of ecstatic release.
"Husband has fulfilled his duty, now it's the lover's turn!" Raphael shouted recklessly. He swiftly undid his belt while approaching the couple, who were still embraced and panting. It sprung out, audibly slapping against his abdomen.
"No, how can we do this, Raphael!" As he snatched Edith away from Andre's embrace, she protested with a groan.
"I also have the right to serve Lady Liberty," Raphael smiled, narrowing his eyes, and lowered his head to lick her small, wet bead, eliciting a soft moan from Edith.
She made a token effort to push his head buried between her legs, feeling the intense need for petting after her first climax.
"These clothes are so bothersome!" Raphael impatiently lifted her long, voluminous skirt up to her waist, fully exposing her fair thighs. She could feel his hard, erect nose pressing into her curls, teasing her with an itching sensation. His lips pressed against her entire mysterious area, moving wildly and savagely, reminding Edith of the forceful kiss he gave her on that night of his exile.
His tongue lingered on her clitoris before suddenly delving deep into her cavern, mimicking the rough thrusting of lovemaking. Waves of tingling pleasure coursed through her body, causing her to tremble. She grabbed a handful of his blonde hair, unsure whether she wanted to push his head away or pull him closer.
As Edith suppressed a scream and reached another climax, Raphael abruptly pulled his head back, turning her body on the seat. He positioned his taut shaft at her opening and whispered in her ear, "Let's create a night of everlasting memories together."
After the carriage hastily set off, Andre's breath had yet to steady. His always meticulously buttoned red jerkin now hung open, and his thin clothes were nearly torn into several tattered pieces during the struggle of his capture and the prison raid.
Merely baring his chest, perhaps, wouldn't have been too embarrassing for a man. But somehow, his trousers had also split open at the crotch, tearing further as he took strides onto the carriage. As he sat down, not only did his fair and sturdy thighs come into view, but one could also vaguely glimpse a small tuft of black hair.
Upon noticing this, he did his best to pull the two fabric pieces together with his hands. However, the trousers were also marked with a large, weird water stain, obscenely transparent, almost allowing the shape of his member to be discerned.
"You are practically undressed, Citizen Quenet," Raphael commented with a pretense of seriousness and a malicious delight.
"No need for your meddling, Saint-Clemont!" the mocked person retorted with shame and anger. He still attempted to project his usual cold air, but his disheveled appearance at the moment had little convincing power.
Andre's watery blue eyes scanned the interior of the carriage, seemingly desperate to find something as a fig leaf. However, in the scorching heat of Thermidor, who would have an extra coat to spare?
The interior of the carriage was already cramped and stifling, and the meaningful glances from his love rival, occasionally scrutinizing certain parts of his body, made Andre feel as though he sat on pins and needles. He squirmed in his seat, at times tugging at his gaping collar, and at other times forcefully pulling at his torn trousers, yet unable to attend to one without neglecting the other. The poor youth, with a face already somewhat boyish, now appeared on the verge of tears.
Edith could no longer bear watching and stood up, walking over to his side, saying, "Let me shield you, Andre."
Andre gazed at her, perplexed and aggrieved. She lifted her skirt and straddled on his lap, her back blocking the gaze of Raphael. Though he no longer needed to endure the mocking glances of his rival, the posture of the two was undeniably suggestive: they were so close that their scorching breaths brushed against each other's faces, her soft bosom pressed against his firm chest, and their heated intimacies merely separated by the thin fabric of the maiden's undergarments beneath her skirt.
In belated realisation of the impropriety of this approach, both youngsters blushed. However, Edith, caught in a predicament, chose to pretend as if nothing was amiss and continued to maintain their current position.
As the carriage neared the outskirts of Paris, Raphael suddenly assumed a grave expression and swiftly took a seat beside them. Resolutely, he commanded them, "Kiss. The more passionate, the better!"
"What?"
"I said, kiss, hurry! Hold her tightly in your arms!" he urgently directed the lovers while hastily unbuttoning his own shirt and roughly crumpling both his upper and lower garments.
Edith somehow comprehended his meaning and immediately cupped Andre's face with fervour, pressing her lips against his, while her entire body writhed upon his lap, causing his clothing to become even more disheveled. The man on the seat swiftly responded, his hands encircling her hips, lifting her upwards, pulling her closer to himself.
At that moment, Raphael also positioned himself closely beside the two, assuming a gesture of caressing Edith.
"What are you doing?" Andre noticed Raphael's actions and immediately asked with animosity in a low voice.
"Shut up! If you don't wish to end up on the guillotine yet, keep quiet!" Raphael warned him, his voice lowered with a threatening tone.
The carriage came to a halt near the checkpoint, where a bearded National Guard tapped on the carriage wall, indicating that the passengers inside undergo a routine inspection.
"Salute. I am de Saint-Clemont. You surely remember me, good citizen?" Raphael greeted the person outside with a tipsy voice. With one hand deliberately shielding the private position of the entwined lovers, and the other gripping the carriage doorframe, his hanging wide lantern sleeve conveniently obstructed the outsider's view.
"And the other two?" The bearded guard impatiently gestured towards the two individuals closer to the interior.
"As you can see, it's a bit... how should I put it... ahem... inconvenient here," Raphael replied.
The bearded guard furrowed his brows. "Hmm. Though I strongly support Danton—damn morals! The revolution is about allowing people to freely indulge! But you guys, three? Suspicious."
Edith and Andre, pressed closely together, could feel the nervous pounding of each other's hearts within their chests.
"What, you're also a friend of Danton, haven't you heard his more famous saying? In a republic, Lady Liberty belongs to everyone, and promiscuity is her virtue! Now, we just have two men here, yet you can't bear to see it?" Raphael retorted, tilting his chin back and assuming the demeanor of a dandy, surprisingly matching his aristocratic appearance.
"Hmph, you have a cultured face, yet your words truly make one blush!" The bearded guard, surprised and embarrassed, waved his hand and signaled to the station personnel. "Fine, let them pass!"
"We're saved." As the carriage rumbled back onto the road, Edith finally released her head from her lover's embrace and looked down at him with a whisper filled with relief.
The joy of surviving the ordeal made the two unable to resist pressing their foreheads together, smiling as they tenderly caressed each other's bodies, and affectionately engaged in kisses once again.
"Can't the benefactor ask for a little deserved reward?" Raphael interjected with a playful smile.
Andre snorted, "I could see from the moment you came up with that lousy plan that you had ulterior motives!"
"Are you sure you want to continue boasting, Quenet? I wouldn't mind sticking my head out again and telling that bearded man the person they're searching the whole city for is right here with me."
"Raphael!" Edith scolded him.
"The Republic aptly names this season Fervidor; it's truly scorching weather. Watching you two make out so unabashedly, I'm also feeling unbearably hot!" Raphael said as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his well-defined abdominal muscles.
"You have no shame, Saint-Clemont!" Andre reprimanded, his face turning red.
"You two carry on," Raphael waved his hand nonchalantly. "For lovers who have escaped death, what kind of revelry shouldn't be forgiven? But I also deserve my share. Forget not, youth and love are present here too!"
His words triggered a peculiar reaction among the ecstatic lovers: Edith and Andre's kisses took on a more erogenous hue.
She felt the hardness beneath her growing even more, gradually lifting her up—last night was too hurried and filled with despair, she didn't have a chance to fully experience the details. Now she truly felt what a scorching and vibrant rod he possessed, and her love juices instantly soaked her scanties. She felt extremely embarrassed, unsure if he had sensed her lustful response, yet reluctant to let go of his embrace.
"Stop, my dear Edith," Andre abruptly let go of her, his face flushed, and gasping for breath. "Otherwise, right here in this carriage, in front of him, I will take you."
"Why not? Andre? Edith?" Raphael leaned closer, his blue eyes shimmering with cunning, his tone gentle yet seductive.
Edith and Andre instinctively wanted to refute this absurd proposal, but their lower bodies disobeyed and swelled up from the imagination caused by these words, becoming even more uncontrollably moist.
They gazed into each other's eyes once again, as if mutually probing: after all, as Raphael had said, in the face of regained happiness, any wild celebration should not be condemned, shouldn't it?
Andre said nothing, but silently took action, sliding his hand beneath her skirt and pulling her panties down to her knees. Edith was already burning with desire, her entire petals drenched. There was no need for further preparation or adjustment as their naked and eager crotches pressed tightly against each other.
She felt the tip of his weapon teasing at the gates of her garden, prompting her to seek his lips, shy and raring. Holding his breath, he lifted his lower body, and they merged into one. It entered deeply, sweetly, and completely, as if penetrating her soul in an instant. They both let out a simultaneous sigh of intoxication.
"Hmph, it seems you've already had your way with her," Raphael's eyes were filled with strong bitterness. "Presenting yourself as a saint of the Republic every day in the National Convention, yet wasting no time indulging in carnal pleasures in private. Pah, Citizen Quenet!"
"Hold your tongue, Raphael! You know that Andre didn't... mmm, we just... last night," Edith muttered in complaint.
Upon hearing these words, Raphael finally revealed a smile. "Not bad, then he's not entirely hypocritical. But I wonder if this pretentious man can also lose himself in passion in bed? I'm genuinely curious!"
Andre moaned and gasped, no longer responding to Raphael's provocations. Initially, they tried to restrain their movements, but soon the excitement made them forget about the presence of a third party, and they passionately rocked back and forth, face-to-face.
With a burning gaze, Raphael stared at the joining point hidden beneath their garments. Placing one slender hand on his bulging crotch, he stroked and squeezed his own subsequently aroused penis through the fabric.
Finally, Andre let out a low, relieved moan, tightly gripping Edith's back. She felt his testicles contract in the moment of ecstatic release.
"Husband has fulfilled his duty, now it's the lover's turn!" Raphael shouted recklessly. He swiftly undid his belt while approaching the couple, who were still embraced and panting. It sprung out, audibly slapping against his abdomen.
"No, how can we do this, Raphael!" As he snatched Edith away from Andre's embrace, she protested with a groan.
"I also have the right to serve Lady Liberty," Raphael smiled, narrowing his eyes, and lowered his head to lick her small, wet bead, eliciting a soft moan from Edith.
She made a token effort to push his head buried between her legs, feeling the intense need for petting after her first climax.
"These clothes are so bothersome!" Raphael impatiently lifted her long, voluminous skirt up to her waist, fully exposing her fair thighs. She could feel his hard, erect nose pressing into her curls, teasing her with an itching sensation. His lips pressed against her entire mysterious area, moving wildly and savagely, reminding Edith of the forceful kiss he gave her on that night of his exile.
His tongue lingered on her clitoris before suddenly delving deep into her cavern, mimicking the rough thrusting of lovemaking. Waves of tingling pleasure coursed through her body, causing her to tremble. She grabbed a handful of his blonde hair, unsure whether she wanted to push his head away or pull him closer.
As Edith suppressed a scream and reached another climax, Raphael abruptly pulled his head back, turning her body on the seat. He positioned his taut shaft at her opening and whispered in her ear, "Let's create a night of everlasting memories together."