Total Abandon

by Opal Carew

  When she kissed Devlin, he tightened his hold on her and cupped his hand around her head, his fingers spiking through her hair, and kissed her fiercely.

  * * *

  Devlin didn’t want to be the third man Sandra kissed. He wanted to be the only man. But he couldn’t back out now. For one, he was too damned turned on. Also, he needed to show her he could give her this freedom.

  And a part of him wanted to see the other men touch her.

  The only way he could accept his two opposite desires—to keep her to himself and to share her—was to be in total control.

  “Remember I told you a woman must totally submit to me,” he murmured quietly in her ear.

  She gazed up at him with wide eyes. “Yes.”

  “That goes for right now, too.”

  Twenty-one

  Sandra stared at Devlin, his blue eyes glittering with authority. “Yes, Master.”

  The other men grinned at her words.

  “Gentlemen, this woman is my love slave, and I am willing to share her with you tonight.”

  “Sounds good to me,” James said.

  Craig grinned expectantly.

  “Go to the railing,” Devlin commanded.

  Sandra walked to the wooden railing and faced the men.

  “Now hang on to the railing.”

  She reached behind herself and grasped the top of the railing, which caused her breasts to thrust forward. The men stared at her peaking nipples.

  “Stand just like that until I come back.” Devlin disappeared into the house, then returned a moment later with a zippered bag. He drew out two wrist cuffs and strapped them around her wrists. He attached a carabiner clip to the ring on each cuff, then brought out some rope which he fed through the clip on one band, coiled it through the vertical bars of the railing, then fed it through the clip on the other band. He pulled the rope, pulling her wrists tight behind her, then tied it.

  “Very good.” He stood in front of her and stroked her breasts gently, then down her belly. When he reached her black panties, he slipped his finger under the hem, dipping enough to stroke the top of the heart, then glided sideways to her hip. He slid a finger under the hem at her other hip and he drew the panties down her legs, then off.

  Now she stood in front of the men, her hands tied behind her, totally naked.

  “Open your legs,” Devlin commanded.

  Sandra moved her feet wider apart, exposing her opening, heat thrumming through her.

  * * *

  Devlin stared at her. Could he really continue with this? Share her with the other men?

  Aimee stood up, dropped her panties to the ground, and stood beside Sandra, then placed her hands on the railing behind her, thrusting her breasts forward.

  “I can be quite submissive, too.”

  Devlin had never thought of Aimee sexually, but she was a beautiful woman, and with her standing there, with her breasts thrust forward and her totally shaven pussy exposed, his hormones raced through him even faster. If Sandra could enjoy other men in front of him, why shouldn’t he indulge, too?

  “Can you now?” He stroked over her soft breasts. His cock swelled harder. He pulled her into his arms and claimed her mouth, then thrust his tongue inside. She gasped, then melted against him.

  He released her and glanced at Sandra. She smiled, her olive green eyes dark with interest. Time to give her a show.

  He drew Aimee across the deck with him until he stood beside one of the lounge chairs. He pushed off his boxers. Aimee’s gaze locked on his cock and her eyes widened. He smiled and wrapped his hand around it.

  “Okay, slave, show me what you can do with this.”

  Aimee sat down on the end of the chair and reached for his cock. Her mouth wrapped around his cockhead and she licked it. Then she glided forward and … Oh, God, she took him deeper than he’d ever been in a woman’s mouth. She glided back and took him deep again. Then she drew back and sucked and licked.

  He glanced at Sandra, who watched Aimee sucking him. Sandra’s cheeks flushed. He couldn’t tell if she was turned on by watching Aimee or jealous.

  “Enough.” Damn, with much more of that, he’d come, and he didn’t want to do that yet.

  Aimee released him and he sat on the chair.

  “Sit in front of me,” he instructed.

  She sat facing Sandra and he drew her back against him, his erection nestled against her ass.

  “James and Craig, go and touch Sandra’s breasts.”

  * * *

  Sandra watched as the two men, who had also shed their boxers, walked toward her, their cocks bobbing up and down.

  James stroked one breast while Craig squeezed the other. James ran his fingertips over her hard nipple. Craig took her other nipple between his fingertips and squeezed. Hard.

  “Oh.” The sharp sensation spiked through her.

  James leaned down and licked her nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. Craig followed suit, and she had two men pulling on her nipples with their hot mouths. Wild sensations flooded through her.

  She glanced at Devlin and he had one hand on each of Aimee’s breasts, stroking them.

  “I want one of you to lick her pussy,” Devlin said.

  Craig dropped to his knees in front of her and stroked her hips, then cupped her ass and pulled her toward him. When she felt his tongue stroke over her folds, she sucked in a deep breath.

  “Good. Now let James lick her.”

  Craig moved aside and James slipped between her legs. His tongue stroked over her folds and she murmured softly.

  “Find her clit and lick it.”

  James found the button of flesh and he pushed the tip of his tongue against it, then twirled. She sucked in air. He sucked on her clit and she gasped.

  “Now Craig.”

  James moved aside and Craig slipped into position. He pressed his thumbs on either side of her folds and drew them apart, then licked her. His tongue found her clit and he teased it with light pressure, then sucked. She gasped and moaned as an orgasm washed through her.

  “Now stroke her breasts.”

  The men stood and each cupped one of her breasts in his warm hand.

  “Aimee, stand up,” Devlin said.

  Aimee stood up and Sandra’s gaze locked on Devlin’s huge, erect cock.

  “What would you like to do now, Aimee?” Devlin asked.

  Aimee gazed at Sandra, nipping her lower lip with her teeth. Sandra knew exactly what Aimee wanted to do right now—the same thing she’d like to do if Devlin’s big cock were pushing against her. Clearly, Aimee wanted Sandra’s approval. And why shouldn’t she give it? The niggling feeling of jealousy made no sense, given the situation. She smiled and gave a slight nod to her friend.

  “I’d like to enjoy that huge cock of yours.”

  * * *

  Devlin smiled. His cock ached in need. Watching Sandra orgasm while Craig had sucked on her clit had almost sent him over the edge.

  “Well, enjoy all you want.”

  Aimee knelt beside him and took his cock in her mouth, then licked around the corona. He twitched in her mouth. She sucked a little, then released him, stood up again, and dropped her panties to the ground. She arched her leg over him and positioned his cock against her slick opening, then lowered herself onto him. His cock glided along her slick passage, filling her. She raised herself and glided down on him again. He stroked her breast, then glided down her stomach to her pussy. As she lifted her body again, he found her clit and stroked it. She dropped down, sucking in air.

  She rode him up and down, stroking his aching cock with her wet heat. He teased her clit. Her breathing accelerated, along with the speed of her pumping on him. He grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, feeling the tension in his groin increase. A soft moan escaped from Aimee’s lips, then she threw her head back and wailed. Heat rocketed through him and he joined her in orgasm.

  * * *

  Sandra watched Aimee and Devlin climax together, and her insides ached for a
man. She arched against the hands on her breasts, barely aware of the other two men who also watched Devlin and Aimee.

  Finally, Aimee collapsed on Devlin and sighed in his arms. That’s where Sandra wanted to be right now. In Devlin’s arms, with his cock deep inside her.

  But she wanted it hard. Ready to fuck her.

  Aimee stood up and Devlin’s wilted cock fell against his stomach. Sandra’s insides quivered. Somehow, she’d believed he would stride over and take her right now.

  “Oh, God, Master, I need to be fucked,” she said.

  His gaze locked on her and he grinned.

  “James and Craig. You heard the slave. Fuck her.”

  James stepped in front of Sandra and pressed his cock to her opening, then sank it deep inside her.

  “Ohhhh, yes.”

  He pulled back and Craig sank his bigger cock inside her.

  She moaned.

  James thrust into her twice, then Craig did the same. The cocks felt glorious inside her, gliding into her depths, but with the break between the strokes, it wasn’t enough.

  Her gaze fell on Devlin. His cock had swelled to full height. She longed to feel it deep inside her. He smiled, then stood up. Was he going to push inside her? Would she feel his big cock sliding into her?

  Craig’s cock pushed in, stroked twice, then drew out.

  “Wait, guys.” Devlin reached behind her and freed one wrist, then the other.

  “Turn around,” he instructed.

  She turned around and faced the lake. Devlin guided her forward until she leaned over the railing, then reattached her wrists.

  A cockhead pressed against her opening, then pushed inside. Big. Was it Devlin?

  It glided into her several times, then pulled out. A cock pressed against her back opening, then eased inside. That was James. He pushed in deep, stroked a few times, then pulled out. Another cock slipped into her vagina. Bigger. Stroking deep. Then gone.

  James pressed into her ass again and stroked.

  Pleasure built within her. Hands grasped her hips and cocks entered her, alternating between her two openings.

  “Oh, please … make me come,” she pleaded.

  Finally one cock thrust into her hard, then started stroking. Deep. Filling her full and hard.

  “Oh, yes. Oh, please keep fucking me.”

  It rammed into her again and again. Pleasure spiraled through her and she wailed as an ecstatic orgasm washed through her. She leaned against the railing, gasping for air.

  Had it been Craig or Devlin who had fucked her to orgasm?

  Hands reached around her and released her wrists. Someone turned her around and she found herself facing Devlin. Behind him, she saw Craig fucking Aimee against the cottage wall. Devlin pulled her into his arms and kissed her, then he backed her along the deck toward the corner. She felt hands grasp her hips from behind and a cock press to her opening. James. Behind her. His cock glided into her ass as his hands stroked over her breasts.

  Devlin stepped forward and pressed his cock to her slit, and she gasped as he drove in deep, pressing her hard against James’ solid body behind her. Devlin’s hands curled around her hair, and he tugged her head back and sucked on her neck. Then he nuzzled her ear.

  “You like two big cocks inside you, don’t you?”

  She nodded, wanting to feel those cocks moving, driving her pleasure higher.

  He captured her lips and drove his tongue deep.

  Both men began to move, their cocks gliding deep into her, stroking her insides.

  Aimee moaned in orgasm behind Devlin. Craig groaned.

  Wild sensations spiraled through Sandra as the hard shafts pulsed into her. Sparks danced along her nerve endings as James squeezed her breasts. Devlin’s cock spiraled inside her. She gasped. Intense pleasure swelled through her, then catapulted her to a place of pure bliss. Devlin thrust deep again and she clung to his shoulders as she wailed in pure ecstasy. He groaned and filled her with liquid heat. James groaned behind her, pulling her tight against him.

  She slumped between them, spent. James kissed her neck and stepped back. Devlin captured her lips again and his cock twitched inside her. Her vagina clenched around him automatically. He cupped her ass and pulled her tight against him again.

  “You want more?” he murmured against her ear.

  “Oh, yes.”

  He pivoted forward, driving deep again. He drew back, then walked her to the railing, leaned her against it, and thrust hard. He drove into her several times and she tensed, then pleasure burst through her again. Her body seemed to shatter, exploding into the cosmos. She quivered in complete rapture.

  She dropped against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

  Devlin was so special. And she felt special in his arms.

  As much as she loved being with James and Craig, she felt more with Devlin. And her heart knew being with Devlin meant much more to her than just the sensational sex. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hung on tightly, despite the intense fear rushing through her at that thought.

  * * *

  Sandra woke up to a hand stroking her breast and a hard erection between her thighs from behind. She opened her eyes to see blonde hair in front of her. Aimee. Sandra’s breasts pushed into Aimee’s back, but there was a male hand between them toying with her nipple. She peered over Aimee’s shoulders to see James staring back at her. He winked and squeezed her nipple again, then kissed Aimee’s neck.

  Sandra noticed the tiger tattoo on the arm around her and glanced over her shoulder to see Craig behind her. It was his big erection gliding between her legs. She reached down and stroked his cockhead as it pulsed forward.

  But where was Devlin?

  Aimee rolled on top of James, pushing him onto his back. James’ hand slipped away from Sandra’s breast. Aimee took James’ cock and slid it inside, then moved on top of him. Craig tugged on Sandra’s shoulder until she rolled toward him. She glanced around and saw Devlin sitting in the armchair by the window.

  Devlin smiled. “Good morning.”

  Craig pulled her on top of him and his big cock glided into her. She was already slick and ready for him, but she sucked in air as he penetrated deep.

  Devlin stood up and approached the bed. “Do you like that big cock of Craig’s deep inside you?”

  Craig pushed a little deeper for emphasis and she gasped, then nodded, her gaze on Devlin’s. Devlin stood beside the bed and reached for a tube on the bedside table. He squeezed some gel onto his fingers, then stroked his erect cock, slathering it until it glistened.

  “I’m going to fuck you at the same time as Craig.”

  She sucked in air at the thought. Both Craig and Devlin were big. Very big. She stared at Devlin’s glazed cock. In fact, Devlin’s was longer by about an inch, and wider around.

  “I don’t know if I can. I mean, taking you … back there.”

  “You can, and you will. Remember. Total submission.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Devlin climbed on the bed behind her, straddling his knees over Craig’s but between hers, forcing her legs wider, and cupped her breasts. Craig drew her forward until she lay on him, her breasts crushed against his bulging, muscular chest. She felt Devlin’s hand stroke between her cheeks, then his fingers found her back opening. One finger slid inside, followed by another. He twirled his fingers, gently prodding and stretching. He drew them free, and his cockhead pressed against her.

  She sucked in a breath as it pressed forward. She stretched around him, more and more.

  “Relax,” he murmured against her ear.

  Aimee’s gasps increased beside her and Sandra squeezed Craig inside her. She drew in a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing. Devlin pressed forward again, stretching her even more. She breathed deeply, allowing his cock to push inside until, finally, his whole cockhead was inside her.

  Craig pushed in a little, then drew back, sending sparks of sensation through her. Devlin glided deeper, then Craig pulsed inside her. She
clung to his shoulders. Finally, Devlin was deep inside her, and so was Craig.

  Beside her Aimee’s breathing came in gasps and the bed bounced with James’ thrusts. Devlin drew back a little, sending quivers through Sandra. Aimee moaned in orgasm and Devlin pushed in again.

  “Oh, God, yes. Yes!” Aimee wailed again, and James groaned.

  Craig and Devlin began to move inside Sandra, and she couldn’t believe how incredibly full she was. The cocks pulled out a little, then pushed in deep. They moved in rhythm, stretching, then drawing back. Filling her, then withdrawing. Their big cockheads glided along her insides, and she felt faint at the intensity of it. Potent pleasure washed through her and she grasped Craig’s shoulders, riding the incessant waves of pleasure. She sucked in air, then gasped as conscious thought left her. She felt only movement. And pleasure. Incredible quivers of excitement as the hard shafts filled her, then pulled free, then filled her again.

  Her eyes closed and her insides clenched as shudders thrummed through her body. She sucked in air, then wailed as ecstasy encompassed her whole body, blasting through her being in a mind-shattering orgasm. She gasped again, then blackness surrounded her.

  Twenty-two

  Devlin had never seen a woman faint during orgasm before. And right as both he and Craig groaned with their own release.

  Devlin drew his cock from her tight opening. Craig rolled her onto her side, his cock still inside her.

  Sandra opened her eyes in a daze. “Oh, man.” She glanced over Craig’s shoulder at Devlin. “That was incredible. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” Devlin said at the same time as Craig. What the heck? It had been a team effort.

  “How about James and I get breakfast while you three rest,” Aimee suggested. She grinned as she hopped out of bed and took James’ hand, then led him out of the room.

  Devlin climbed into bed behind Sandra. She kissed Craig, then rolled over and kissed Devlin. She snuggled into his arms and fell asleep again. He held her close, wishing he could do this every night of his life.

  * * *