A nice evening stroll

“Before I forget to mention it,” Lena began as she and Riolta descended down the front steps of the hotel onto the wide street that ran in front of it, and which had remained pretty packed with people as the sun set beneath the horizon, most of whom were now staring at the two formidable sluts, “mum and I did hear earlier about this place that we could visit…”

“Mmm, and why would you forget about that?” Riolta asked, the smile that she sent Lena’s way being reinforced by the knowledge that men and women alike had stopped dead in their tracks to stare at her and her new lover.

“I don’t know,” Lena replied, snaking her arm out from where it had been hooked round Riolta’s, “but the scent of your soaking honeypot is pretty distracting.”

And with that, Lena gently stroked Riolta’s pussy with one of her fingers, drawing a decidedly unchaste groan from the slutty archeress that was amplified by her then placing the heel of her hand against her dark-haired friend’s bald, juicing sex and softly wagging her wrist until Riolta was driven into grabbing hold of one of Lena’s arms and pulling her towards her so that the two curvaceous vixens were suddenly standing face to face, their massively projecting bosoms mashed together as they shared a lustful glance that lingered on until they both closed their eyes and met each other in a wet, sloppy kiss that saw the last of the jizz that had been glued to their lips be scooped up by their tongues and swallowed down their gullets.

“Fuck, I want to get down on my knees and lick your pussy in front of all these people,” Lena announced to Riolta once she’d ceased wrestling tongues with her, speaking to her while their ginormous boobs remained in tight contact.

“Easy,” Riolta urged her younger counterpart, considering it quite humorous that she was the more level-headed slut for once, “we’re supposed to be looking for huge, steel-hard cocks, remember?”

“I know,” Lena admitted as behind her a somewhat portly gentleman slumped back against a wall and wiped the sweat from his increasingly pale face.

Sporting a somewhat disappointed expression, Lena slipped away from in front of Riolta and returned to standing by her side, with the two of them taking each other by the hand before resuming wiggling their juicy asses behind them as they sauntered down the street.

“So, this place you mentioned?” Riolta reminded Lena, stealing a glance at how the teenaged brunette’s mountainous boobs were exploding out past her jacket in all their toffee-tanned glory, and feeling how holding hands with her meant that the palm of her own hand was quickly being soaked with her own juices.

“Actually,” Lena squeezed Riolta’s hand a little harder, “it’s a person. And he’s supposed to be something really rather special.”

“He?” Riolta asked, raising an eyebrow and sending Lena a sultry smile that had a man on the opposite side of the young brunette cumming in his pants when he spotted it.

“Precisely,” The giggle that Lena released after providing a quick and none too informative answer to Riolta’s question served to remind the older of the two supremely, almost painfully beautiful vixens how desperately she wanted to see that young, gorgeous slut impaled on a massive dick.

“Do you really think that just one man will be enough to handle the both of us?” Riolta’s objection was more playful than it was anything else, and she followed up on it by adding “I’m willing to bet that you could take on three or four studs all at once and come out on top, though glazed from head to toe with cum.”

“And I’m willing to bet that you’d love to watch me do it,” Lena replied, and again it seemed for a moment or two as though they were about to forget about everything else and simply rip each other’s clothes off and engage in some frenzied lovemaking right there in the middle of the street, though none came of it in the end, save for a few onlookers, “But still, from what mum and I were told about him, he should be able to satisfy us both.”

“Really? If he’s such a stud, I’m surprised I haven’t heard about him.”

“He’s supposed to be one of the best-kept secrets in town, providing his services to a close-knit, exclusive circle of some of Tharros’ most prominent sluts only,” Lena explained to Riolta as they cleared a corner and came upon a whole new street of people who were to be shocked and mesmerized by their appearance, “it was simply through pure chance that we heard of him.”

“So, you found yourself an informant, or what?” Riolta asked before turning her head to cast an amused glance at the chaos that ensued in a nearby restaurant when two of the waiters had been so transfixed by her and Lena that they had walked straight into a table almost at the exact same time.

“I suppose that you could call her that,” Lena giggled again, “we brought a high-class slut back with us to our hotel room, and after we’d fixed it so that she had three studs fucking her all at once, she must have figured that we were both big enough cumsluts to handle her secret stud, and so told us about him.”

“While having three cocks inside of her?” Riolta’s question came almost at once, “What was she, a ventriloquist?”

“No, silly!” Lena giggled again, and a whole slew of men who were in earshot of her spilled their seed into their trousers at the sound of it, and at the sight of her tits jiggling wildly as it spilled out of her, “Two of them were in her ass…”

“Fuck…” Riolta gasped as that revelation brought back a few cherished memories of her own, a long tendril of her clear juices dropping from her soaked pussy to swing between her legs for a second or two before falling to the ground.

“And while she was telling us about that, studs number four and five were having their cocks jerked by me, with number six ploughing into my mother’s tight, slutty asshole as she tongue-fucked my wet pussy.”

“Want me to tell you what she said about him?” Lena then went on, sporting a lascivious smile at how Riolta licked her lips and fluttered her eyelashes.

“No,” Riolta shook her head.

“No?”

“No,” Looking over at Lena, Riolta curled her lips into a radiant grin, “I want it to be a surprise when he drops his pants and shows how huge a monster he’s wielding.”

“Well… can I just tell you one thing about him?”

“Alright,” Riolta found herself swayed into relenting by the pleading, sluttish look that Lena offered her, “but just one.”

“The way I heard it,” Lena began, the pleading having disappeared but the sluttishness remaining, now mixed instead with a certain girlish enthusiasm, “he can stay at it all night, fucking you until the sun comes up, while serving you one giant load of creamy jizz to gulp down and play with after another.”

“Gods I hope you haven’t fallen victim to some tall tale!” Riolta exclaimed with a smile.

“Are you certain that this is it?” Riolta asked Lena a short while later, as the two of them navigated through the net of wide, sparsely populated streets that connected with each other to form a large neighbourhood of nice but not extraordinary houses in which the moderately wealthy dwelled. This part of the neighbourhood was located not all that far from the Kettle, and those who lived there tended to be those who were adventurous and/or lecherous enough to want to travel into that part of Tharros on a regular basis, but who didn’t want to find themselves each evening living in what was essentially one huge, decentralized orgy.

“Positive,” Lena replied, sounding sure enough of herself that Riolta saw no need to question her about it.

Just then, they rounded another corner and found themselves at the mouth of another street lined with sturdy two-story buildings and neat, if rather boring, front gardens, this one being entirely void of people, save for the two of them.

“A pity, no crowd,” Lena remarked, “I so wanted an audience for the last part of our journey.”

“Why? Have you got something special planned?” Riolta didn’t try to stop Lean when she wiggled her hand free of her grip.

“Maybe I do,” Lena’s reply came at the same time as she demonstrated how nimbly she could use her hands by slipping the recently freed one in underneath the slightly flared bottom at the back of Riolta’s dress and pushing the skin-tight material outwards a little by sliding her hand up the smooth skin of one of Riolta’s rounded, gasp-provokingly perfect buttocks, aiming her fingers at the valley separating the halves of archeress’ heart-shaped ass, “maybe I intend for that fabled stud to open the door and find you creaming yourself from how I'm fucking you in the ass with my fingers.”

Even while they were still sauntering down the otherwise empty street, Riolta brought her right hand to bear on her bald, completely exposed pussy and shuddered with expectant delight at Lena’s fingers creeping a little closer still to her anus.

“On second thought though,” Lena began as she retracted her hand, slipping it out from underneath the back of Riolta’s dress and resuming holding hands with her, “I don’t think that I want to find out how tight and sweet your slutty asshole is until you’re bent over and getting ready to have it reamed by a big, fat cock.”

“A shame,” Riolta declared, apparently taking being bereaved of feeling Lena’s fingers slide past her ringpiece in relatively good stride, “that would probably have been a sight to make him burst through his pants right there out on his doorstep.”

“Mmm, sounds like fun,” Lena admitted as she steered Riolta off the street and brought her with her past an open gate and onto a short and narrow gravel path leading up to the front door of one of the houses, “but then I think that we could do that just with our mouths and a few subtle glances.”

“Honey,” Riolta chose to use the same nickname for Lena as her mother had, “subtle really isn’t part of my repertory.”

“Oh, and by the way,” Lena started off whilst knocking on the front with a few light taps of her fist, “I think that since you’ve already fixed it so my cinnamon ring is nice and wet, that I should be the first one he assfucks.”

“Cinnamon ring?” Riolta’s right eyebrow went up a little, “cute…”

“It’s what my mother’s always called it,” Lena shared, releasing yet another of her patented giggles.

“Well, as charming as that is, I don’t see why we couldn’t start things off by letting him watch you return the favour by doing the same to my cock-hungry cinnamon ring and then have the both of you gasp at how easily it swallows down even the biggest of cocks,” Riolta countered, baring her teeth in a nasty grin and adding “you’d probably squirt all over my ass just from the sight of it.”

Suddenly, Riolta felt how one of Lena’s hands was back on her ass, kneading and fondling it as she in turn reached out to grasp hold of as much as she could of one of Lena’s ginormous knockers, with the two of them turning their heads to the side and leaning in to meet one another in a warm and loving kiss.

It was at that point that the front door was opened.