Thyra introduces herself

“But who’s your blonde friend, Hauk?” Betsy asked, nodding at Thyra, who hadn’t introduced herself, being all too busy ogling at Betsy’s fabulous body.

“Oh, this is Thyra,” Hauk said, “she’s a member of the same order as me, we grew up together and I was one of those who trained her.”

“So,” Betsy’s lips formed themselves into a lewd smile, “she’s gifted too then?”

“Why don’t you find that out for yourself?” Thyra said before striding forwards to stand just in front of Betsy, her hands on her hips and her chest thrust outwards.

“Oh,” Betsy cooed, “I’ll take that as a challenge then…”

Those present in the brothel turned their heads to the two women standing chest to chest, smiling at each other.

As the roulette wheels stopped spinning and the blackjack dealers stopped dealing, and even the three girls up on stage stopped singing and dancing, Betsy began to undo the few buttons on the front of Thyra’s cut blouse that the busty had actually bothered to pin into their holes.

Hauk could hear moans from the on-looking city-folk when Thyra’s blouse slid away from her chest, letting the two large and deliciously firm orbs of flesh appear in all their exposed glory, with Becky’s hands coming up to caress Thyra’s nipples.

“Oh my,” Betsy said as thin streams of milk appeared from Thyra’s nipples when she pressed them, some of the white fluid landing on her impressive cleavage, “I guess I ain’t the only girl in town who’s walking around with her titties all filled with milk anymore!”

“It gets better,” Thyra said, and span round to show Betsy how her ass looked up close, “pull my thong down and see how many fingers you can fit in my cunt.”

“Shit,” Tera said as she tossed her duster onto a nearby chair, “Thyra’s been in town for ten minutes, and she’s already going to fuck somebody in public.”

Grabbing the waistband of her thong while she leaned her top-heavy front forwards, Thyra smiled at the men and women observing her display, and began to pull the flimsy garment down over the full buttocks of her ass and further down her thighs, slowly letting Betsy get a glimpse of her asshole and pussy. Now, Thyra was dressed in nothing more than her hat, her chaps, her boots and her holster.

“Well, here goes!” Betsy smiled at Hauk, who remained by her side, as she reached down with her hand and slid one finger past Thyra’s wet, bald labia.

“Fuck girl,” Betsy said as she felt the walls of Thyra’s cunt close in around her finger, “you’re as tight as a virgin! I’ll never be able to get more than two fingers in here.”

“Try three.” Hauk advised her, placing her free hand at the front of his pants, getting her to caress the impressively sized bulge there.

To Betsy’s amazement, three fingers slid into Thyra’s cunt as easily as one, and the blonde leaning in front of her only moaned with delight as Betsy added a fourth finger, then moaned harder still when Betsy, now overcome by lust and curiousness, slid her entire hand into Thyra’s tight twat.

“Well,” Thyra asked, grinning back at Betsy, “are you going to give me a proper fisting or not?”