The small audience assembled in the chamber –  scarcely a dozen ladies and gentlemen –  had fallen silent.  Before them, a single musician gently pulled his bow across a brick of rosin.  Looking at him, one could scarcely believe that he spent his every moment in the company of nobility and the well-to-do.  He was thin and wiry with a perpetually disheveled appearance.  Thick, wild hair and a thin patch of scruff surrounded a gaunt face.  Even in clothes that cost a year's salary for a common man, he could not shake the appearance of having been freshly dragged off the street.
	Perhaps that is what drove him to perfect his skill.  What else but music could elevate a man of low birth and standing to such a place?  His list of clients included kings and bishops and his wait list may as well be a directory of the rich and powerful.  Few these days took the title of bard and even fewer deserved it.  For Franz Heinkel, however, it barely seemed adequate.
	It was this reputation that elevated him to sit with the social elite and drew his audiences.  It was also what brought two young ladies, Mary and Sophia to sit at their first performance.  Born as cousins and raised as sisters, they attended court together in the home of their aunt, the Lady Aceline.  Mary bore the countenance of her aunt.  From her porcelain skin to sharp brunette hair, her every feature spoke to her French heritage.  Her womanly curves were yet to fully fill in, giving her a dainty appearance.  What she lacked in curves she made up in presentation, her every step, word, and motion a testament to her future as a lady of good fortune.  Sophia, on the other hand, was cut from an entirely different block.  She had her mother's hair: a long mane of untamable crimson that hung over lightly freckled skin.  She had grown quickly, easily filling in her dress years ago.  Her breasts stood on prominent display, accentuated by the tight cut of her bodice and hidden support offered by the bust of her dress.  
	The pair sat side-by-side in rapt attention.  Accounts, myths, and outright fabrications of the bard's skill abounded in equal measure –  a reputation great enough to hold even the interest of teenage women.  They were no stranger to his list of accolades, from having cured the sick to staying the hand of a war-bent parliament, all with naught but his violin.  How much truth lay within these accounts was anyone's guess, though none have ever claimed to be disappointed after his performance.
	
	A single, sharp motion brought the instrument to his cheek and bow to rest upon the strings.  In an instant, the lanky and awkward-looking man disappeared.  In his place stood a performer, born of equal parts skill and confidence.  The sudden transformation often took audiences by surprise and created the opening he needed.  The collective gasp that filled the room told him all he needed to know.  He already had them all.
	The first note sang out, a soft start to a slow melody.  The trick would unravel if he showed his hand too soon.  He did not need his eyes to see their anticipation.  They hung on his every note, convinced that the next would justify the incredible cost of his service.  Perhaps he enjoyed this too much, the selfish entertainment of leading them on nearly disrupting his concentration.  He eased slowly into his song, growing from the deliberate plodding of the prelude  to a rich and vibrant chorus.  
	He could feel the air move through the room, their very breath chained to every swell and fade as his song took hold.  He took great pride in his ability to ensnare an audience with nothing but his virtuoso technique, a feat few bards had ever performed.  With so captive and audience, the rest of his performance would be largely vestigial, though his pride as a musician bade him to continue.  A moment later, a the sound of a second violin joined in, ringing out from inside his own.  People these days were consumed by rationalism, ignorant or even wholly dismissive of the magic all around them, even as they witnessed what should have been impossible.  The metallic smell of his spell taking root went unnoticed, hidden behind the phantom harmony and the fog growing in their minds.
	It was not long before a third, fourth, and finally fifth violin joined the first.  To Franz's knowledge, the one-man quintet was a trick of his own invention, a truly unique calling card – not that anyone ever remembered it.  As each violin sounded, the audience sunk deeper into his spell, fascinated by his skill and easily overwhelmed by the magic they never saw coming.  Each extra harmony represented an immense strain on his mind and magic, though the end result justified the pain.  When the fifth violin finally joined, they were so deeply ensnared that one patron literally fell from his chair.  It was a slightly older man, though Franz cared little more than to give a cursory look.  The man was useless to him and could sit on the floor if he so wished.  
	A final scan over his captive audience revealed what he wished to see: a room full of entranced subjects, ready and willing to follow any suggestion he may plant.  Normally, he would merely demand gifts and erase memory of his technique.  This time, however, he possessed much greater ambition.  His eyes settled upon a pair of girls –  a young brunette and redhead –  as he made up his mind.  With a smile, he launched into what he knew would have to be the best performance of his life; nothing ventured, nothing gained.

	Mary watched the bard with blank eyes, barely registering anything more than the unearthly beautiful music and the rhythmic motions of his hands and bow.  Every note was more beautiful and entrancing than the last until it was all she could do to stay awake and listening.  It was then, as she teetered on the edge between wakefulness and sleep, that she began to notice a different feeling.  What had before been respect and admiration for his skill slowly transformed into attraction.  Someone so talented surely deserved to use her as he saw fit.  She was ready to drop to her knees and service him when she realized that she could not move.  
	Every attempt was met instead with a small surge of pleasure and arousal over her entire body.  She struggled against her imaginary bonds to reach out to him, yet received nothing but pleasure in return.  She wanted nothing more than to pleasure him, yet here she was, trapped in an endless spiral of selfish arousal.  The more she struggled, the greater the pleasure until it felt as though a thousand hands stroked her hot, sensitive body with every attempt to move.  Her clothes grew hot and confining as her arousal built.  She was surprised to notice her hands moving on their own, slowly untying and loosening her dress, yet the pleasure of undressing for him quickly banished any other thought to the back of her mind.  
	Moments later, she found herself naked and slumped in her chair.  She tried to remember how she managed to shed her clothing, yet quickly abandoned her search when it brought no further pleasure.  She focused instead on the heat of her arousal, the feeling of blood coursing through her engorged sex.  Her wetness flowed freely onto the chair, gathering in a puddle between her legs.  She found her arms free to move and immediately pushed both hands to her slit, stroking and fondling every inch of hot flesh.  Instead of pleasure, each touch only deepened her arousal.  Nothing, not even rough stimulation of her clitoris brought her even an inch closer to release.  
	She realized quickly that it was not her body that brought pleasure, but submitting to the music.  She needed to do what he wanted, though he left her no clue.  Her head turned to see Sophia sitting beside her, similarly naked and dripping.  Her breath came hot and shallow, panting with arousal and pleasure.  Their eyes met, unfocused from the trance and lidded with lust.  Their bodies moved shakily closer, faces lining up for what they both knew comes next.  
	The moment their lips touched, the full-body pleasure she felt earlier returned, as did a deep sense of satisfaction at pleasing her new master.  As their kiss deepened, so did her pleasure.  Every slow rake and gentle probe of her tongue into Sophia's mouth brought her ever-so-slightly closer to a cliff of pleasure that felt so very far away.  One hand found its way into the redhead's tangled mane, gripping her tightly and pulling her passive partner deeper into her kiss as her tongue explored ever deeper.  The other hand found the other woman's breast, two fingers running down from the top to run astride her stiff nipple.  She felt her touch mirrored on her own breast, sympathetic pleasure given to her as a gift for obedience.  The girls gasped in unison as her fingers found a nipple, squeezing softly while circling around her sensitive areola.  Each twist was rewarded with a surge of pleasure and a gentle twitch deep inside her sex, as though an invitation to come inside.  Her hand trailed down her cousin's considerable bust and down her stomach, dragging her nails across the flushed skin.  She felt her every touch in real detail on her own body as her hand crested the girl's mound, combing gently through her trimmed, crimson pubic hair.

	Sophia could do nothing but grip the chair tightly as her friend's hand stroked the lips of her sodden quim.  Not a single muscle in her body obeyed her, even to reciprocate the kiss that explored her mouth.  Drool slipped from her mouth as her jaw hung slack and accepting, a reflection of the action at her lower mouth.  Mary's touch was electric, her own body so much more sensitive than she had ever been when playing with herself.  He wanted her passive and accepting and she was more than happy to oblige.  If this was the pleasure he could offer, she would do whatever he asked. 
	She came the moment the other girl's hand slipped inside her sex.  Her body fought to move, to shake and writhe, but the music would not allow it.  She was a passenger in her own body, riding out the waves of pleasure with nothing but the edge of the chair to grasp and hold tight.  Her orgasm faded quickly and did nothing to quench the heat in her groin.  A single finger drove deeper and deeper inside her before encountering an obstruction.  
	Her hands tensed in anticipated pain at the breaking of her maiden head, though it never came.  Instead, a sense of ease filled her as the finger pushed through and even deeper inside her.  She felt the warm blood trickle out of her, yet the pain never came.  It was his gift to her, a reward for her obedience.  The intruding finger was shortly joined by a second, accompanied by a pleasant stretching sensation.  They thrust in together while wiggling slightly, their passage eased by the quantity of juices flowing out of her.  
	The rhythmic thrusting of Mary's fingers faded into song, merging into a single point of fixation and ultimate pleasure.  The music itself was filling her, stroking her to climax with every swell and denying her release with each fade.  She gave up struggling to move, simply accepting what was given to her as he wished.  

	The finale approached and Mary could feel it.  Her fingers worked at a frenzied pace to keep up with the music.  Her fingers twisted like hooks, exploring Sophia's walls for her hidden pleasure spot.  The end was coming and so was her release.  Her fingertips scraped a small patch of over-sensitive flesh, drawing forth a pair of moans that met in Sophia's thoroughly violated mouth.  Her eyes opened to see Sophia's, rolled back and distant.  She barely moved her fingers, pressing and rubbing the spot in short circles while rubbing her palm against the girl's pearl.  
	Sophia's cunt contracted around her fingers, mirroring the motions in her own needy pussy.  For the first time, Mary broke off the kiss as her head lolled back in sympathetic ecstasy.  Her orgasm came hard, radiating from the patch of sensitive flesh inside her and washing through the rest of her body.  Her body clenched, strangling the moan in her throat.  Every motion of her fingers increased the pleasure coursing through her, drawing out her climax to the point that she question when it would end.  Her head grew light as she came, a powerful feeling of vertigo overwhelming her but doing little to stop her fingering or her orgasm.  With a final contraction, she felt a spray of fluid against her inner thighs and slumped into Sophia's prodigious breasts, unconscious.

	Franz was at a loss for words as he stared at the girls.  The smaller brunette had collapsed into the lap the busty redhead, hair soaking in a pool of the girl's juices.  He hadn't expected them to go unconscious.  He set the violin back in his case and contemplated what to do next.  
	Free from the burden of performance, Franz quickly realized that his erection was threatening to cut its way out of his pants.  He freed himself in a hurry while mulling over what to do with the girls.  The others would simply sleep until he released them, but he was far from finished with those two.  His cock sat upright from his lap, slowly leaking precum as he tested the water.

“Girls, awake and come to me.”

	The two slowly came to, falling onto their hands and knees before their eyes had even opened.  The power of his enchantment dragged their exhausted bodies towards him without even the music.  They crawled without sight to sit at his feet, obedient and still.  He smiled to himself, proud of his magnum opus.  

“Good.  Now on the count of three, open your eyes and awaken fully, except with a powerful urge to pleasure me and only me.  Become mine now in three, two, one, awake.”

	Sophia snapped awake immediately, eyes focused and clear of the haze that covered them before.  It took a moment for her mind to catch up with her body, overwhelmed by the memories of what just happened and what led her to be seated, naked, before a man, who was also naked, beside her equally naked cousin.  For an instant, anger welled up inside her as she realized what he had done to her before it faded just as quickly.  Sure, he manipulated her mind and even took her virginity with her own cousin's hand, but he had also gave her pleasure she had never felt before.  What's more, he made her his, a pact sealed by magic and much deeper than any physical attraction.  Of all the women he could choose from, he chose her and her cousin.  The thought excited her, forcing blood back into her aching and recently deflowered sex.  
	Her master sat before her, looking expectantly at her over the tip of his cock.  She had never seen another cock, but she was certain that his would be perfect for her.  Her hands came to rest on his knee as she crawled over him to bring her face to his crotch.  His smell overwhelmed her as it imprinted in her memory.  Everything about him, even his smell and taste, was worthy of her admiration.  She grasped him by the root and took his head inside her mouth., making sure to leave plenty of shaft for her cousin as she slipped up beside her.  

	Impromptu threesomes were not exactly new to Franz, though having a pair of beautiful young woman serve him at once was something he could never tire of.  Their devotion to him was astounding, bordering on unsettling.  For the first time in his career, he began to question the morality of what he had done, though such concerns faded away quickly as the girls started to kiss his head.  Their lips formed a seal around his tip while their tongues prodded and played with him, paying special attention to the rim.  
	Four hands massaged whatever they could reach, cupping and squeezing his balls while stroking his thighs, stomach, and chest.  Twin tongues worked slowly down his shaft, half-closed mouths kissing and sucking on their way.  The synchronized licking and sucking was incredibly arousing but ultimately unfulfilling.  Too distracted for words, he grabbed Sophia's head and positioned it above the head of his cock, thrusting up and into her mouth.
	The girls took the hint, switching positions to better serve their new master.  Mary knelt lower, kissing and suckling his scrotum and devoting both hands to his testicles.  Sophia, meanwhile, built a steady rhythm, bouncing her head up and down on his cock.  It was obvious they were inexperienced but it mattered little, sheer devotion and enthusiasm making up for lack of practice.  The redhead's tongue held flat against his head and pushed him to the roof of her mouth, creating a slippery yet tight channel.  
	Sophia altered her technique, abandoning long strokes in favor of focusing on his head.  Her tongue working in a frenzy, rolling and flicking the sensitive patch on the underside of his tip while she thrust him in and out with dizzying speed, never taking in more than half an inch past his crown.  His hips thrust up at the new stimulation, taken aback by the sudden change of tempo and pressure.  Her mouth turned sideways, forcing him into her cheek.  Her speed never changed even as she trapped him between her cheek and massaging tongue, trapping his glans in a tight but incredibly elastic passage.  His hands gripped her tightly as his body tensed in preparation, though it was not to be.  Sophia sensed her master's approaching climax and released him from her mouth, grasping him by the root and licking in slow strokes from the base to his head.  He teetered on the edge of orgasm, too aroused to come down but without enough stimulation to make the final push.  
	Franz did his best to catch his breath as he recovered, intent on giving the other girl a chance.  Sophia did not make it easy on him, her slow licks and gentle stimulation making his rod twitch in her grasp.  Her deep blue eyes stared into his from underneath her tangled mass of crimson hair, damp with sweat and who knows what else.  He stopped her before he lost himself in her ministrations, pushing her off and ordering them to switch.
	The pair responded immediately, Mary taking position between his legs as Sophia crawled up his chest, bringing her hand-filling breasts up to his face in offering, one he would gladly accept.  Her hands stroked his scalp, running through his unkempt hair and down the back of his neck.  She pressed him deeper into her bust as he licked and sucked whatever flesh found its way before him.  His hands joined the effort, groping and slowly stroking her mounds.  Her leg wrapped around his chest, pulling him in close as he found her nipple with his mouth.  She pressed her hips into his side, softly pressing and rubbing her clit against him while he sucked and gently nipped her sensitive bud.  
	Mary took her time to size up his length while her cousin practically smothered him in her bust.  A brief flash of envy passed through her as she watched him struggle to hold the full weight of her rack.  Focusing instead on the task at hand, she wrapped both hands around his well-lubricated cock and began to stroke.  Her hands pumped in opposite directions, meeting at the midpoint of his length before twisting gently and once again separating.  Her mouth descended on his tip, holding it in and sucking.  Her tongue prodded gently against his urethra, flicking and rolling gently over his very tip as she drew suction.  
	Franz was already close to orgasm from Sophia's turn and felt his orgasm resting on a hair trigger.  Every slow stroke of the brunette's hands elicited a twitch of his hips as his climax approached.  He could do nothing to stay his imminent release, electing instead to redouble his efforts on the bust presented to him.  One arm slid around her back to pull her in closer while the other hand pulled and squeezed on her breast as though milking.  He would not have been too surprised if she did let out milk, considering the fervency of his sucking and nibbling on her overused nipple.  
	Franz held Sophia close as he thrust into Mary's hands, his orgasm but a few pumps away.  The brunette struggled to contain his trusts, gripping tighter still to maintain her grip and keep him from impaling her throat on his cock.  The increased stimulation was all he needed to pull the trigger on his climax.  He moaned into Sophia's nipple as he thrust up in release.  Her mouth held tightly over his head as it was flooded with cum, splattering around as her tongue pressed against his hole.  Throughout his orgasm, her hands never stopped stroking, wringing his cock for every drop of seed.
	Mary released his head, careful not to let any of his cum escape.  She turned to her cousin as she stood, grabbing a hold of her face and pulling her in for a kiss.  Small trails of semen leaked from their lips, running down the busty redhead's chin in slow streams before dripping into her cleavage.  The milky white stained her freckled skin as it flowed, mixed with the couple's saliva.  It seemed to Franz that every last drop had found its way onto her skin with nothing left in their mouths as their kiss broke.  Lines of saliva connected their wet and cum-stained lips as Mary sank to her cousin's breasts.  Her tongue ran through the gap between the other woman's breasts, licking up his seed as though it were too precious to waste on skin.  Her tongue finished with the redhead's breasts and traveled up her neck to lick clean her chin and lips.  Her head tilted back, eyes closed as she savored the taste of her master's seed in her mouth.  She made an act of swallowing, tracing the lump with her hand as it spilled down her throat.  

	Mary shuddered as she swallowed, overcome with the pleasure of serving her master.  She had no idea what he did to her mind, but she knew that she was loving every second of it.  She was destined to live out the rest of her boring wife as a trophy wife, probably to some aged noble or son of a notable merchant.  He not only rescued her from her gilded cage, he showed her pleasure like she had never felt before, pleasure that would give her purpose.  She lived to share this pleasure with him, to serve his needs and worship his cock.  
	The thought reminded her of the aching need between her legs.  Her hand dipped slightly into her lips and came out soaked, dragging a thick rope of her fluids with it.  She could bear the wait no longer, rolling to her back on the cold marble floor and spreading her legs.  She looked up to him, his cock still hard after her service, and whined.  
	The sound surprised even her, though seeing first-hand her submission and lust did nothing but deepen both.  She needed him inside her and would literally beg if she needed to.  Fortunately, it seemed as though it was unnecessary as he fell to his knees and crawled up to position himself between her spread thighs.  Instead of taking her then and there, he lifted her in his arms and deposited her on a nearby table before leaving to collect her cousin and the violin bow.  She could spare no though to the reason for the second item, too occupied holding her legs up to her head to give him greater access to her sopping cunt.  
	Her cousin laid on the table next to her, directed by their master to lay on her arms and knees, rear up and presented and legs slightly spread.  Their eyes met as they lay in wait, lidded with arousal.  She reached out to stroke her cousin's hair as she felt a pleasant weight come to rest upon her mons.  She looked down to see the bard standing between her legs, cock rubbing gently over her pubic hair as he turned to her cousin, slipping the long hairs of his bow between the lips of her pussy.  The redhead moaned softly, her warm breath washing over her face as the bow began to move, stimulating the full length of her slit as it stroked her.  Mary's fascination at watching her cousin be literally played like a fiddle ended as a heavy pressure built at her inner lips.

	Franz pushed forward slowly, wary that breaching her maiden head too roughly would be painful, something he already made sure the redhead would not need to worry about.  Feeling the obstruction pressed against his tip, he thrust in quickly, hoping a quick rupture would be less painful.  Mary gasped and clenched below him in some obvious discomfort.  His thumb rolled over her clit as he slowly eased himself in, hoping to drown out the pain with pleasure.
	Using a bow as a sex toy was a stroke of genius.  Within seconds, Sophia was already bucking and gasping at his ministrations.  Unable to thrust fully into the other girl, he took out his lust on the cunt presented before him, rubbing it with long strokes of his bow.  Her outer lips pulled together, hiding the bowstring between them.  He was careful to avoid her pearl at first, concerned that the sensation may be painful.  Despite his efforts, the redhead did everything she could to thrust her nub in the path of the bow, so he quickly gave up and stroked with impunity.  She drenched the hairs of the bow so thoroughly that he would need to replace it after this.  Sophia shook as he ran the bow across her, varying the length and speed of the stroke as if playing a song.  
	His hand moved on its own as he refocused his efforts on the woman in front of him.  She seemed to have passed the pain of deflowering, giving him leave to increase his pace and depth.  His thumb circled around her clit as his thrusts grew ever deeper.  Fluids poured from her accepting snatch every time he withdrew.  His eyes flicked between watching her walls stretch around and pull on him with every thrust and the shallow gasps of her mouth as she lost herself in ecstasy.  He could feel her shaking breaths and pounding heartbeat through their connection, so tight was her grip around his cock.  
	The full length of her pale, toned legs were on display for him, her ankles still firmly in her grasp near her head.  He wished to simply lay atop her, pull her body tightly to his and breed her.  He would have, had it not been for the redhead who currently occupied his other hand.  Threesomes were all about compromise, after all.  His hand remained on autopilot, stroking the bow across her pussy by memory, playing without his knowledge what was ingrained most deeply within his mind.
	Oblivious to the actions of his hand, he continued to ravage the brunette with impunity.  She lost her grip on her ankles, resting them now against his shoulders.  The table supported only her shoulders, the rest of her body arched in pleasure as her legs leveraged against him.  Her cunt tightened around him as her breath drew short, signaling the arrival of her first orgasm.  Her body rippled in pleasure around him as moans escaped her slack mouth.  Arousal had kept her on edge until now and a recent ejaculation provided the bard with the endurance he needed to ride out her early orgasm, thrusting unperturbed into her quivering cunt.  He gave her no time to recover, maintaining his pace even as she shook from post-orgasmic sensitivity.  He drove on, entirely dedicated to filling her with seed no matter how many times she came.  By the looks of it, she was going to cum a lot.

	Sophia regarded her cousin's expression with equal parts amusement and arousal, laughing at her silly expression while yearning for the fullness and warmth she felt.  She was not without her own unique pleasures, however.  The bow sawed along her vulva in a familiar pattern.  Her finger tapped to the rhythm it kept as she lost herself in the sensation and beat.  Her mind grasped at the memory of his performance as the encore was played not on a violin but on her lips.  She felt only pleasure as she drifted, memory and pleasure filling in the gaps the magic left as she fell again into trance.  
	Her limbs grew heavy as her head pressed uncomfortably into the table.  She barely registered her awkward position as her legs spread and raised to better present herself to her master.  Her desire to submit led her deeper into trance, pulled down by nothing but her own mind and its need to feel the ecstasy of total control that only he could offer her.  
	The world was black as her mind slipped inside itself, restrained by pleasure.  He would do with her what he wanted and she relinquished control of her body to facilitate this.  She shook with arousal without knowing it, her body being little more to her than a receptor for the pleasure he offered.  The sharp strokes of his bow resonated through her entire body like the music had, making her nipples tingle as they dragged across the table.  She felt as though wrapped in a blanket of pleasure and comfort, content in his control even if it existed only in her mind.  Drool escaped her mouth as her jaw hung slack from disuse.  Only her legs still functioned and only for the purpose of presenting her sex to her master to use as he saw fit.  She was his and loving every second of it.

	Franz felt his climax rise in time with his partner's.  She was approaching her fifth orgasm since he penetrated her and had long-since lost the will to do anything but accept what he gave her.  She hung limply from his shoulders, moving on her own only when she climaxed.  Knowing that he was at the end of his rope, his free hand gripped her hip and pulled her onto him as he thrust more deeply than ever, intent on seeding her deepest reaches.  For one final time, her cunt squeezed tightly around him, contracting in waves and milking him for all he had.  He grunted as he slammed home, releasing his load deep inside, spurred on to press and grind by her breathless moans.
	When at last his orgasm subsided, he fell panting into her arms, content to simply sit inside her for some time.  The bow fell from his hand as he steadied himself on the table, slightly impressed by its ability to hold the three of them without complaint.  He turned to see the bustier cousin still panting, face pressed into the table and eyes rolled back.  It took him a long moment to realize that she had put herself into trance, likely aided by his vigorous ministrations.  His soft laugh was joined by another as Mary saw what he did, amused to see her so ensnared.  They looked to each other and nodded in agreement on the unspoken plan that formed between them.  
	
	Mary watched Franz stroke himself to hardness as he aligned himself behind the enraptured redhead.  She scooted across the table, lubricated by her own juices, to place her dripping quim in front of her cousin's slack mouth.  She massaged her own breasts as her master whispered orders to her cousin, who picked up immediately at his voice.  A split second later, a tongue lashed out and into her waiting sex, diving deep into her still-sensitive flesh.  She gasped at the sudden, exuberant contact, reaching down to pull the woman deeper into her cunt.
	The intruding tongue dug deep inside her, eagerly seeking out the mixture of arousal and fresh cum.  Her fingers ran through the hair of the girl between her legs, restraining her gently as she gasped and moaned into her cunt.  It seemed as though the redhead was enjoying this as much as she was, likely a reciprocal pleasure like she felt earlier.  She envied her cousin as the bard lined up behind her, curious how it would feel to be eaten out and fucked at once.  She would have to try it later.

	Franz's hands gently stroked Sophia's ass as he positioned his cock at her drooling entrance.  She offered no resistance to his intrusion, her cunt open and accepting despite being only recently broken in.  It twitched around him as he pressed inside, reacting to the phantom sensations implanted by his suggestion.  He pushed in without pause, rutting into her without thought.  It took only a few seconds for her first orgasm, her cunt gripping spasmodically at his cock.  His eyes roamed freely, taking in the soft, jiggling curves of the redhead as well as the lithe, twitching body of the brunette she so voraciously ate out.  

	Sophia's mouth pressed rhythmically into her partner's quim as he battered her pussy with unbridled lust.  Every thrust was met by her shaking hips, announced by a wet slapping noise and light splatter of her lubrication as his cock parted her inner walls.  They moved together as one, a single mind directing three bodies in a chorus of pleasure as each approached and inevitable climax.  
	Every thrust brought the trio closer as their breaths reduced to strangled gasps and panting.  Sweat and cum drenched the table, coating each of them as they twisted and writhed, too exhausted to make a final push yet too aroused to simply give up.  Sophia came first, collapsing under the dual stimulus.  She moaned and dug deeper into her cousin's pussy, igniting her orgasm only seconds before her own contractions finally drew the final load out of her master, gratefully accepting his sperm as it pooled inside her.  A cacophonous cry sounded as the three climaxed simultaneously, shouting out to announce their orgasms before collapsing into a pile, exhausted and thoroughly sated.

	Franz collected himself a short time later, eager to clean up and abscond before anyone else woke up.  He dressed and packed his violin, careful to spare the antique the indignity of exposure to the mixed fluids that covered everything else in the room.  The girls seemed okay to clean up by themselves, exhausted though they may be.  They had already gathered what little they wished to bring with them and patiently killed time by wiping up the evidence of their escapades.  
	He scanned the room one last time to make sure everything was in place before removing the empty chairs from the audience to hide the absence of their former occupants.  The audience would awake naturally in a few hours, remembering nothing about his performance or what happened after except that they thoroughly enjoyed every second.  He had not allowed anyone to recall a performance since the day he graduated from bard school.  It was no wonder, really.  He only knew one song.