Norfolk’s country home

“Damn if it doesn’t make me wish we had a toll!” The old geezer cried out as he eyed Druuna and Clara as they carried on with their kiss, Clara’s hands sliding down the arched small of Druuna’s ass and further on to her ass.

“Yeah, but we don’t!” Druuna could hear Norfolk’s amused reply even as the feel of Clara’s fingers kneading the firm halves of her ass made her moan into her mouth, feeling an increasing need to have her tongue upon her needy sex.

When Druuna’s hands were placed upon her shoulders, Clara allowed the kiss to be broken and made no attempt to resist as Druuna pushed her down onto her knees, the blonde member of the pair clinging on to her lover’s ass with her hands all the while until her knees were placed upon the wooden floor of the cart.

Finally ceasing her kneading of Druuna’s juicy buttocks, Clara moved one hand in and used two of her fingers to separate her lover’s labia before snaking out her tongue until its tip brushed against the wet pinkness of Druuna’s pussy.

Gasping with delight as Clara’s touch made her head spin, Druuna placed one hand on the blonde’s head, running her fingers through her lush locks of silky hair as her tongue slid over her pussy.

Proving to be a fast learner, or perhaps it was Druuna who was an inspiring teacher, Clara worked her tongue against her dripping snatch with soft, easy movements, teasing her raven-haired counterpart until she had become **** for release.

Throwing her head back, Druuna couldn’t have said if there were any fortunate passers-by who happened to catch their show as she was now wholly focused on enjoying herself as Clara finally began to focus on her sensitive clit, attacking it with bold strokes of her tongue that turned Druuna’s gasps into short shrieks, causing Norfolk to look behind him at how Druuna was standing erect with her feet spread wide and beads of sweat glistening against her tanned skin as Clara remained relentless in her manipulation of Druuna’s clit.

Beginning to softly buck her hips against Clara’s head as she reached climax, Druuna played with the other woman’s hair, rubbing both of her hands against her head as her girlcum was smeared all over the blonde soldier’s face.

At the end of Druuna’s orgasm, Clara leaned forwards once more as the brunette had calmed down and placed a loving kiss upon her clit before lying down on her back, where she was soon joined by Druuna.

Kissing once more, Druuna eagerly tasted her own juices off Clara’s lips as she circled one hand over her lover’s toned stomach, slowly widening the circles until she brushed her fingers through her triangular patch of pubic hair, making Clara moan into her mouth as she went on to softly grind her hand against her swollen sex.
Instead of slipping a finger or two into Clara’s moist slit, Druuna nimbly moved in to position herself on top of her, the two of them still kissing off and on as Druuna used her hands to spread Clara’s legs.

Feeling Druuna’s pussy against her own, Clara moved up her legs and wrapped them over the small of Druuna’s back just as she began to press down with her hips, pushing their soaked pussies together.

At a loss about just what exactly she ought to be doing, and receiving no instructions from Druuna, Clara did her very best to mimic Druuna’s motions as the two of them laid in the cart and humped their pussies together, with Druuna smothering Clara’s face and neck with soft kisses.

Both women would gasp with wanton desire each time that their clits happened to collided, with Clara’s hands stroking Druuna’s back until her latest her orgasm made them go weak and slide off her to land limply on the wagon bed just as Druuna joined her in climaxing, her juices pouring out all over Clara’s crotch.

Temporarily spent, the two of them laid together between the boxes of Norfolk’s loot, every once in a while exchanging a kiss which defied the fierceness with which they had previously been fucking each other, their unspoken struggle for dominance having been replaced by a tender embrace.

Druuna must have dozed off as she lay there, for the next thing she knew was that the cart was standing still. Fearing that she had missed their entrance into New Haven, Druuna then heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being readied.

Looking up as her heart began to beat faster from the tension; Druuna could see Norfolk standing on the coachbox, a rifle in his hands and tall pine trees behind him.
“Here, take this,” Norfolk handed Clara the rifle, the blonde too looking as though she had just awoken, and then pulled out his pistol as he leapt down from the coachbox onto the ground.

Getting up on her knees, Druuna investigated the new surroundings and found that rather than to be in a city, she and her two lovers were positioned about sixty feet away from a cluster of houses.

The largest house was definitely from the time before the great disasters, and the damages that it had suffered had been repaired with an ample amount of different materials so that the two-story building looked like a patchwork house, with a smaller building built from logs standing right next to it, with a large water tank next to it. Positioned a short distance away from the two buildings was a barn, around which several small fields of vegetables and crops were growing.

“Wait here,” Norfolk told Clara, “and be ready to shoot.”

“Where are we?” Druuna asked, feeling a bit apprehensive about the idea of Clara having a weapon again. She looked pretty odd as she sat in the cart armed with a rifle but just as naked as before.

“Welcome to my home,” Norfolk replied, and the carefully moved towards the building without waiting for Druuna or Clara to say anything.

Watching Norfolk come up to the main house and disappear behind it, Druuna and Carla felt their anxiety grow as they waited to hear something.

Finally, after a few minutes of tense silence, the house’s front door was pushed open from the inside.