Trio in the Carriage(2)
"Do you really have no regard for your own repute, lusting after your colleague's fiancée like this, Citizen Saint-Clemont?" Andre looked at the two of them, a mixture of displeasure and anticipation in his eyes.
Raphael retorted, "Don't you think you're saying this too late?"
Edith still clung to the last bit of rationality, weakly struggling in the young man's embrace, feigning to kick him. Raphael cunningly played along, not rushing to penetrate, but rubbing his lower body obscenely around her slit, coating himself in her sweet nectar. His hands didn't forget to fondle her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples like plums.
She soon lost the will to resist and melted like honey in the arms of this noble youth.
"Edith, are you really going to let someone of his blood enter your body?" Andre, gasping for breath, couldn't help but ask, consumed by jealousy.
"My blood runs just as red as his, just as my semen is no cooler than his, cherie!" With a sudden thrust, Raphael entered her open passage.
She involuntarily let out a cry and then sheepishly looked at Andre. The man across from them stared blankly at the place where Raphael and she had joined, his gaze hazy, his blonde hair disheveled from their recent passion. She saw his cock, which had just erupted, rising fiercely from his already torn trousers, its reddened tip glistening with a drop of clear liquid, trembling as if craving caress.
However, he bit his lip and his hand lightly lifted and dropped on the seat several times, appearing hesitant.
Raphael evidently noticed his rival's actions and asked curiously, "Why hold back from stroking yourself, Quenet?"
"I disdain engaging in such base acts of self-indulgence!" Andre averted his gaze, his words shaky, lacking confidence.
Raphael smiled and continued his movements below: "Don't make such absolute statements, Citizen Quenet. Soon enough, you'll indulge in that."
As soon as the words fell, the young nobleman embraced the girl in front of him even tighter, intentionally moving his hips and thighs wantonly, shaking his head like a third-rate actor, moaning lasciviously and smugly glancing at the person opposite.
Andre intended to display an annoyed expression at his deliberate teasing, but his body acted honestly. His fingers gradually moved to his crotch, seemingly ashamed of his actions, occasionally trying to discreetly pull down his shirt hem to partially cover the slow stroking of his shaft.
Edith was completely enchanted by this unexpected debauchery. She listened to Raphael's seductive gasps and the increasingly louder sounds of their union, gradually becoming more uninhibited herself, boldly observing her lover's self-comforting display.
Only then did she notice that Andre's pubic hair was actually black, not like Raphael's, which matched their golden hair. His shaft was also darker in colour compared to the latter, making her lover unexpectedly appear rugged.
"Why are you staring at him? Focus on what I have to offer, Edith. It's buried inside you now!" Raphael forcefully thrust his lower body, pulling her head toward him and passionately kissing her lips.
"How can you kiss my lover, Saint-Clemont?" Andre immediately protested, displeased.
"These lips have already trembled on hers, dear Quenet," Raphael proudly replied, teasing Edith, "Look at him, still acting like a silly husband in the dark."
"Liar!" Andre exclaimed angrily but could only utter this childish response.
Edith barely turned her head and explained to her beloved, "Andre, that was just an accident!"
"He will understand, my love. I will teach him to understand with this," Raphael whispered. Without delay, he lifted her legs high, raised his own hips forward, and exposed the glistening and intimately entwined area of both of them before Andre's eyes.
The icy leader in the National Convention, now became the most bashful person in the carriage. His gaze became fixed, and his pelvis rocked back and forth on the seat, rapidly rubbing his swollen genitals. He couldn't seem to stop himself, almost losing lucidity, completely overwhelmed by pleasure and shame.
Suddenly, Raphael lifted the girl in his arms and stood up. Due to the low roof of the carriage, he took a wide-legged stance and walked towards the opposite seat, continuing his thrusting underneath.
"Let's go, my baby Edith. Let's go see your poor Andre, look who's like a little boy just discovering the pleasures of masturbation!" He leaned close to her temple, a mischievous smile on his face, purposely ensuring that the man opposite could hear him.
Andre gazed at her secret garden, both perplexed and longing. "Lie down," Raphael commanded him curtly.
With only enough strength to comply, Andre followed the order. Once he did, Raphael abruptly withdrew himself from Edith, eliciting a dissatisfied moan from her, who was on the verge of climax.
"Shush, have some pity on him too, angel," Raphael affectionately caressed her cheek, and then positioned her on top of Andre's body.
Edith eagerly straddled his weapon, enveloping Andre once again with her petals. Their fingers interlocked, and Andre let out a blissful sigh.
At that moment, the carriage hit a stretch of gravel road, causing violent jolts. The noise drowned out the lascivious sounds within the carriage and intensified their movements.
"Ah, ride me, Edith! Ride me like a horse on the battlefield of Fleurus! I'll be as valiant as those warhorses!" Andre couldn't help but cry out, his voice filled with desire and satisfaction. He kicked his legs, desperately thrusting upward to meet his lover.
"If only you had this kind of enthusiasm in your speeches, Andre, you probably wouldn't lose to those people outside today!" Raphael, also panting heavily, took every opportunity to playfully taunt his rival.
Sensing that Andre was about to reach another peak, Raphael wickedly scooped up Edith and pulled her into his arms. "But what about me, dear Andre? I feel that I'm the one who needs more comfort now," he looked down at the reclining man.
The young man, who had just tasted the magical pleasure of self-abuse for the first time tonight and experienced the frustration of being interrupted on the edge of climax, all at once twisted his body in despair.
"Don't torment me, Edith, Raphael!" Andre pleaded with teary eyes.
Neither of these rivals, both in love and politics, realised that they had begun to address each other by their first names.
"Why not have a dulcet trio?" Raphael whispered in her ear with that seductive tone.
"I want to, Raphael," she responded softly, holding onto his neck, her eyes evasive with shyness but also radiating excitement.
"Then ride him again, treasure." Raphael was not surprised by her bold reaction and kissed her lips with satisfaction.
Once again, she took in her lover's eager spear, riding him like a brave horsewoman. Suddenly, from behind, Raphael slapped her smooth buttocks forcefully, causing her to contract with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. This proved to be too much for the young man beneath them, already on the verge of climax.
Seeing the rosy mark he had caused on her derriere, Raphael's excitement grew. He grabbed his own weapon and joined in this intense battle from behind.
Andre propped himself up, holding onto her body tightly, almost dizzy and driven to madness by their passion. "I love you, I love you!" he shouted loudly at the climax, and Edith felt his powerful ejaculation within her.
The young man, panting heavily after his release, fell sprawled on the seat of the carriage, tilting his head to the side. A strand of his long blonde hair fell between his parted lips. His shirt was completely torn open, exposing his fair neck and chest, presenting an erotic image.
Edith, stimulated by the joyful expression of her lover, eagerly hummed and rubbed her palms against his chest muscles. Raphael noticed the swelling in that area of hers and lifted her body swiftly from under her armpits, causing her to scream as she squirted a jet of clear water onto Andre's abdomen.
She tilted her head, closed her eyes, and fell back into Raphael's embrace. After a while, she recovered and raised her head, licking his lips with a lingering desire. "It was so wonderful, my dear Raphael! I want more!"
Her happiness infected Raphael, and he sincerely exclaimed, "You look truly gorgeous, my love! Let me also taste the sweet fountain of Lady Liberty! Turn around, this time it's my turn to see your face and receive your baptism with my body!"
She cooperated, with her back against Andre, sitting on his arrow that was once again showing signs of arousal, revealing her vulva for Raphael. The latter leaned down and skillfully and gently circling her erect nipples with his tongue.
"How are you so skilled, Raphael?" Edith asked him between moans.
Raphael smiled and replied, "Don't worry, my angel. I remain as chaste as your Andre. I'm just not that ignorant like him - my noble blood has exposed me to some necessary novels and illustrations."
He teased her soft bud with his thumb while his other two fingers rhythmically thrust her depths. Edith's juice flooded out, filling the air with aroma, which he eagerly captured with his mouth.
"Give it to me, penetrate me hard with your lance, my Raphael! Excite me, make me scream!" She finally grabbed his wandering hand and pleaded uncontrollably.
Andre, consumed by jealousy, beat him to it. Raphael, unable to contain his excitement, quickly removed his final restraints and threw them haphazardly under the carriage seat before pouncing on her completely naked. Edith felt the fulfillment of two large and scorching manhood engulfing her entire being, as they competed to play a crude yet exhilarating symphony with her body. They no longer cared if anyone outside the carriage could hear their moans of ecstasy.
"Feeling good, Eddie?" Raphael gazed deeply and cunningly at the girl beneath him, gasping heavily. "I'm better in bed than that hypocrite, right? I have confidence in that, to say the least."
"He has always been frail, hasn't he, Edith?" Andre's voice dripped with jealousy.
"At least I know about women, even if it's only from books. And you, you've only read The Social Contract, Citizen Quenet."
Edith responded with delight and playfulness, "Why do you have to compare? I prefer to have both of you at the same time."
Raphael chuckled, "Yes, we're so alike, almost like twin brothers, aren't we? Can you tell who's fucking you right now, hmm? Edith?"
"Raphael!" She didn't expect him to utter such vulgar words and hurriedly reached to cover his mouth.
"Wrong, I'm your Andre." Without waiting for her response, he sealed her lips with his own, and their warm tongues entwined.
Any etiquette was forgotten at this moment. The three youthful individuals tossed and turned, moving and swaying with abandon, their various body fluids mixing together as if without end, purely seeking their own liberation.
"Ah, I'm coming again, Raphael, Andre!" Edith felt a wild surge of heat rushing down to her lower parts, gripping the strong arm of the man on top of her and emitting a sobbing moan.
Raphael abruptly withdrew his member from her body, allowing her to freely release the gushing tide onto his chest and face, while vigorously stroking his own genitals with his hand. His gaze fixed on her, his eyelids tinged with redness. She noticed the pouting slit at the tip of his penis, seemingly trembling towards her, then blinked, followed by swelling and finally ejaculating its tribute.
"Great! Great!" Raphael shouted as his milky semen flew freely and high, splattering onto the dark interior walls of the carriage. After the prolonged and frenzied coitus, his body swayed as he retreated towards the side of the carriage, his steps unsteady like a drunkard. She, on the other hand, felt fireworks exploding before her eyes, dizzy and lightheaded, as she collapsed onto Andre's body beneath her.
Suddenly, Andre pushed Edith to the side, causing her to roll onto the floor beneath the seats. He flipped himself over and pressed down on her, passionately kissing her while engaging in mad thrusts at the same time. As Andre reached the climax for the third time that night, he collapsed heavily onto her limp body, licking her flushed earlobes, uttering chaotic murmurs.
The duration of this revelry remained unknown, until all three were utterly exhausted. After helping Edith tidy up, the two men barely straightened their clothing and promptly fell asleep.
When they awoke, there was no clock nearby, but they immediately realised how long they had indulged in the realm of dreams, for as they descended from the carriage, they leaped into a brilliant dawn.
A soldier of the National Guard, upon seeing the people in the carriage wake up, waved the red cap in his hand towards them, "The people of Paris's uprising has succeeded, citizens. Fouché and his gang will ascend the guillotine today. The glorious Jacobins will continue to lead France. You are free now."
Raphael retorted, "Don't you think you're saying this too late?"
Edith still clung to the last bit of rationality, weakly struggling in the young man's embrace, feigning to kick him. Raphael cunningly played along, not rushing to penetrate, but rubbing his lower body obscenely around her slit, coating himself in her sweet nectar. His hands didn't forget to fondle her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples like plums.
She soon lost the will to resist and melted like honey in the arms of this noble youth.
"Edith, are you really going to let someone of his blood enter your body?" Andre, gasping for breath, couldn't help but ask, consumed by jealousy.
"My blood runs just as red as his, just as my semen is no cooler than his, cherie!" With a sudden thrust, Raphael entered her open passage.
She involuntarily let out a cry and then sheepishly looked at Andre. The man across from them stared blankly at the place where Raphael and she had joined, his gaze hazy, his blonde hair disheveled from their recent passion. She saw his cock, which had just erupted, rising fiercely from his already torn trousers, its reddened tip glistening with a drop of clear liquid, trembling as if craving caress.
However, he bit his lip and his hand lightly lifted and dropped on the seat several times, appearing hesitant.
Raphael evidently noticed his rival's actions and asked curiously, "Why hold back from stroking yourself, Quenet?"
"I disdain engaging in such base acts of self-indulgence!" Andre averted his gaze, his words shaky, lacking confidence.
Raphael smiled and continued his movements below: "Don't make such absolute statements, Citizen Quenet. Soon enough, you'll indulge in that."
As soon as the words fell, the young nobleman embraced the girl in front of him even tighter, intentionally moving his hips and thighs wantonly, shaking his head like a third-rate actor, moaning lasciviously and smugly glancing at the person opposite.
Andre intended to display an annoyed expression at his deliberate teasing, but his body acted honestly. His fingers gradually moved to his crotch, seemingly ashamed of his actions, occasionally trying to discreetly pull down his shirt hem to partially cover the slow stroking of his shaft.
Edith was completely enchanted by this unexpected debauchery. She listened to Raphael's seductive gasps and the increasingly louder sounds of their union, gradually becoming more uninhibited herself, boldly observing her lover's self-comforting display.
Only then did she notice that Andre's pubic hair was actually black, not like Raphael's, which matched their golden hair. His shaft was also darker in colour compared to the latter, making her lover unexpectedly appear rugged.
"Why are you staring at him? Focus on what I have to offer, Edith. It's buried inside you now!" Raphael forcefully thrust his lower body, pulling her head toward him and passionately kissing her lips.
"How can you kiss my lover, Saint-Clemont?" Andre immediately protested, displeased.
"These lips have already trembled on hers, dear Quenet," Raphael proudly replied, teasing Edith, "Look at him, still acting like a silly husband in the dark."
"Liar!" Andre exclaimed angrily but could only utter this childish response.
Edith barely turned her head and explained to her beloved, "Andre, that was just an accident!"
"He will understand, my love. I will teach him to understand with this," Raphael whispered. Without delay, he lifted her legs high, raised his own hips forward, and exposed the glistening and intimately entwined area of both of them before Andre's eyes.
The icy leader in the National Convention, now became the most bashful person in the carriage. His gaze became fixed, and his pelvis rocked back and forth on the seat, rapidly rubbing his swollen genitals. He couldn't seem to stop himself, almost losing lucidity, completely overwhelmed by pleasure and shame.
Suddenly, Raphael lifted the girl in his arms and stood up. Due to the low roof of the carriage, he took a wide-legged stance and walked towards the opposite seat, continuing his thrusting underneath.
"Let's go, my baby Edith. Let's go see your poor Andre, look who's like a little boy just discovering the pleasures of masturbation!" He leaned close to her temple, a mischievous smile on his face, purposely ensuring that the man opposite could hear him.
Andre gazed at her secret garden, both perplexed and longing. "Lie down," Raphael commanded him curtly.
With only enough strength to comply, Andre followed the order. Once he did, Raphael abruptly withdrew himself from Edith, eliciting a dissatisfied moan from her, who was on the verge of climax.
"Shush, have some pity on him too, angel," Raphael affectionately caressed her cheek, and then positioned her on top of Andre's body.
Edith eagerly straddled his weapon, enveloping Andre once again with her petals. Their fingers interlocked, and Andre let out a blissful sigh.
At that moment, the carriage hit a stretch of gravel road, causing violent jolts. The noise drowned out the lascivious sounds within the carriage and intensified their movements.
"Ah, ride me, Edith! Ride me like a horse on the battlefield of Fleurus! I'll be as valiant as those warhorses!" Andre couldn't help but cry out, his voice filled with desire and satisfaction. He kicked his legs, desperately thrusting upward to meet his lover.
"If only you had this kind of enthusiasm in your speeches, Andre, you probably wouldn't lose to those people outside today!" Raphael, also panting heavily, took every opportunity to playfully taunt his rival.
Sensing that Andre was about to reach another peak, Raphael wickedly scooped up Edith and pulled her into his arms. "But what about me, dear Andre? I feel that I'm the one who needs more comfort now," he looked down at the reclining man.
The young man, who had just tasted the magical pleasure of self-abuse for the first time tonight and experienced the frustration of being interrupted on the edge of climax, all at once twisted his body in despair.
"Don't torment me, Edith, Raphael!" Andre pleaded with teary eyes.
Neither of these rivals, both in love and politics, realised that they had begun to address each other by their first names.
"Why not have a dulcet trio?" Raphael whispered in her ear with that seductive tone.
"I want to, Raphael," she responded softly, holding onto his neck, her eyes evasive with shyness but also radiating excitement.
"Then ride him again, treasure." Raphael was not surprised by her bold reaction and kissed her lips with satisfaction.
Once again, she took in her lover's eager spear, riding him like a brave horsewoman. Suddenly, from behind, Raphael slapped her smooth buttocks forcefully, causing her to contract with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. This proved to be too much for the young man beneath them, already on the verge of climax.
Seeing the rosy mark he had caused on her derriere, Raphael's excitement grew. He grabbed his own weapon and joined in this intense battle from behind.
Andre propped himself up, holding onto her body tightly, almost dizzy and driven to madness by their passion. "I love you, I love you!" he shouted loudly at the climax, and Edith felt his powerful ejaculation within her.
The young man, panting heavily after his release, fell sprawled on the seat of the carriage, tilting his head to the side. A strand of his long blonde hair fell between his parted lips. His shirt was completely torn open, exposing his fair neck and chest, presenting an erotic image.
Edith, stimulated by the joyful expression of her lover, eagerly hummed and rubbed her palms against his chest muscles. Raphael noticed the swelling in that area of hers and lifted her body swiftly from under her armpits, causing her to scream as she squirted a jet of clear water onto Andre's abdomen.
She tilted her head, closed her eyes, and fell back into Raphael's embrace. After a while, she recovered and raised her head, licking his lips with a lingering desire. "It was so wonderful, my dear Raphael! I want more!"
Her happiness infected Raphael, and he sincerely exclaimed, "You look truly gorgeous, my love! Let me also taste the sweet fountain of Lady Liberty! Turn around, this time it's my turn to see your face and receive your baptism with my body!"
She cooperated, with her back against Andre, sitting on his arrow that was once again showing signs of arousal, revealing her vulva for Raphael. The latter leaned down and skillfully and gently circling her erect nipples with his tongue.
"How are you so skilled, Raphael?" Edith asked him between moans.
Raphael smiled and replied, "Don't worry, my angel. I remain as chaste as your Andre. I'm just not that ignorant like him - my noble blood has exposed me to some necessary novels and illustrations."
He teased her soft bud with his thumb while his other two fingers rhythmically thrust her depths. Edith's juice flooded out, filling the air with aroma, which he eagerly captured with his mouth.
"Give it to me, penetrate me hard with your lance, my Raphael! Excite me, make me scream!" She finally grabbed his wandering hand and pleaded uncontrollably.
Andre, consumed by jealousy, beat him to it. Raphael, unable to contain his excitement, quickly removed his final restraints and threw them haphazardly under the carriage seat before pouncing on her completely naked. Edith felt the fulfillment of two large and scorching manhood engulfing her entire being, as they competed to play a crude yet exhilarating symphony with her body. They no longer cared if anyone outside the carriage could hear their moans of ecstasy.
"Feeling good, Eddie?" Raphael gazed deeply and cunningly at the girl beneath him, gasping heavily. "I'm better in bed than that hypocrite, right? I have confidence in that, to say the least."
"He has always been frail, hasn't he, Edith?" Andre's voice dripped with jealousy.
"At least I know about women, even if it's only from books. And you, you've only read The Social Contract, Citizen Quenet."
Edith responded with delight and playfulness, "Why do you have to compare? I prefer to have both of you at the same time."
Raphael chuckled, "Yes, we're so alike, almost like twin brothers, aren't we? Can you tell who's fucking you right now, hmm? Edith?"
"Raphael!" She didn't expect him to utter such vulgar words and hurriedly reached to cover his mouth.
"Wrong, I'm your Andre." Without waiting for her response, he sealed her lips with his own, and their warm tongues entwined.
Any etiquette was forgotten at this moment. The three youthful individuals tossed and turned, moving and swaying with abandon, their various body fluids mixing together as if without end, purely seeking their own liberation.
"Ah, I'm coming again, Raphael, Andre!" Edith felt a wild surge of heat rushing down to her lower parts, gripping the strong arm of the man on top of her and emitting a sobbing moan.
Raphael abruptly withdrew his member from her body, allowing her to freely release the gushing tide onto his chest and face, while vigorously stroking his own genitals with his hand. His gaze fixed on her, his eyelids tinged with redness. She noticed the pouting slit at the tip of his penis, seemingly trembling towards her, then blinked, followed by swelling and finally ejaculating its tribute.
"Great! Great!" Raphael shouted as his milky semen flew freely and high, splattering onto the dark interior walls of the carriage. After the prolonged and frenzied coitus, his body swayed as he retreated towards the side of the carriage, his steps unsteady like a drunkard. She, on the other hand, felt fireworks exploding before her eyes, dizzy and lightheaded, as she collapsed onto Andre's body beneath her.
Suddenly, Andre pushed Edith to the side, causing her to roll onto the floor beneath the seats. He flipped himself over and pressed down on her, passionately kissing her while engaging in mad thrusts at the same time. As Andre reached the climax for the third time that night, he collapsed heavily onto her limp body, licking her flushed earlobes, uttering chaotic murmurs.
The duration of this revelry remained unknown, until all three were utterly exhausted. After helping Edith tidy up, the two men barely straightened their clothing and promptly fell asleep.
When they awoke, there was no clock nearby, but they immediately realised how long they had indulged in the realm of dreams, for as they descended from the carriage, they leaped into a brilliant dawn.
A soldier of the National Guard, upon seeing the people in the carriage wake up, waved the red cap in his hand towards them, "The people of Paris's uprising has succeeded, citizens. Fouché and his gang will ascend the guillotine today. The glorious Jacobins will continue to lead France. You are free now."