Suck d'Artagnan's cock

"I want to see you suck my cousin's cock," Constance decided. Aramis was thrilled to oblige - it had been hours since he'd had a proper mouth-fucing, and d'Artagnan's dick was magnificent, big and thick and dark. He loved getting to know people through sex, too.

"That sounds great," d'Artagnan agreed. How do you want me, Aramis?"

From across the lawn, Aramis heard Porthos's roar of orgasm as the slapping sounds of frenzied sex increased pace and intensity.

"How about you fuck my mouth?" Aramis offered. Constance nodded, so Aramis lay down in the grass and d'Artagnan straddled his shoulders, positioning Aramis's face right between his legs. Before he let Aramis have his cock, d'Artagnan lowered his big, hairy balls into Aramis's mouth, letting him suck them and roll them around, tasting his sweat and licking up something that might have been the remnants of someone else's come. Constance gasped and lowered a hand to finger herself, and d'Artagnan leaned back just enough to move Aramis's mouth from his ball sac to his asshole. Aramis could take a hint.

Aramis worked d'Artagnan's hole with his lips and tongue, rimming him with every skill he'd learned, and then just trying to keep his tongue out and wiggling as d'Artagnan held him down by the hair and rode his face hard. d'Artagnan grinded Aramis's mouth into his asshole, which also tasted like Porthos's come, Aramis now realized. He was tight enough to be interesting while it was clear that he'd been fucked pretty recently -- Porthos had amazing stamina, it seemed. Aramis sucked at d'Artagnan's hole, trying to get every drop of come, swirling and fucking in and out as fast as he could with his tongue. It worked, and d'Artagnan kept tight hold of Aramis's hair, pulling painfully to hold Aramis in place as he lifted his ass off Aramis's still-working mouth and shoved his dripping cock in deep.

d'Artagnan fucked Aramis's mouth roughly, hard thrusts one after another after another. Aramis let himself go loose and be used, ridden like he slut he was, until d'Artagnan shouted and started to come, cock pulsing down Aramis's throat, then pulling back so Aramis got a mouthful and one final splash across his cheek.

"Oh my god, that was amazing," Constance moaned. "Is -- is that really common here?"

"What, rimming? Why not? It's a great way to get to know someone," Aramis answered, still laying on the grass as d'Artagnan slowly got up off him and stretched in satisfaction.

"I just can't imagine -- I can's even get naked in front of you, how could I possibly --"

"Well, how about we start with that, then?" Aramis suggested gently. "Why don't you let us undress you, and see how you feel? It's just us, everyone knows not to open a closed door.