She was controlled but hot; he could see she wanted him. She stepped over to the chunky refrigerator and pulled the door open. Jason stood in the middle of the room, watching her, unable to move. He felt that if he did, he would leap on her, he was so fired up by her provocative manner.
She turned back to him with a shallow tray of vegetables resting against the crook of her arm. She walked over, her fingers trailing over the shiny surface of shallots, cherry tomatoes, and long, slim zucchini. Then she was up against him. The tray pressed against his chest, she lifted a zucchini and ran it across her lips, her tongue sliding over its surface.
Jason felt his self-control beginning to ebb away. With a deep breath, he took the dish from her, put it down on the work surface, and then slowly backed her up against the wall. She began to nibble her teeth along the length of the zucchini, her gaze hot. His hands pushed up the skirt of her velvet dress, pausing a moment when he discovered the lines of her black garter belt, before grabbing at the heat between her thighs. His hands moved on the silk of her knickers, and she groaned, moving against the wall as her body met his strokes. Her hair was beginning to escape its clips, falling in a mass of auburn waves over her shoulder. Jason rested his face into it, breathing in the scent of expensive cologne on her hair and skin.
She pushed him back and pulled her knickers off, then lifted her skirt right up around her hips and drew the stem of the dark green zucchini into the fold of her auburn-edged pussy. Before Jason could voice an objection in his favor, she had slid the cool, hard thing inside her and was rapidly working it in and out. Jason swore and fell to his knees, his mouth resting against her thighs.
The smell of her sex was intoxicating, and he watched as the dark green stick turned hazy, each stroke drawing out more rich creaminess from inside her body. His tongue slid along the length of the zucchini, tasting her on its hard surface as it emerged. Her essence was heady, warm, and delicious. His tongue chased it from the smooth green surface of the probing shaft. His penis was as rigid, if not more so, eagerly waiting to take its place.
Felice began to utter low moans, her hips circling. She abandoned her zucchini and pushed his face into her melting pussy, just in time for his tongue to experience the gentle clutch and release of her climax. He mouthed urgently at her, eating her up.
He stood up, pressing his hips against her heat, letting her feel his waiting erection. She was eager, fueled for more by her first climax. She pushed him back and stripped his shirt off, reaching for his belt. He undid the buttons of his fly.
She looked down as his cock sprang forward, thick and stout “Oh, magnificent!” She put her fingers around it, just as she had described with the cucumber, moving them up and down its girth. The sensation ran ragged over his nerves, his cock throbbing and demanding action.
“Hurry, please.”
She quickly began to undo the long zip at the side of her dress, casting it off and removing its restraint from around her hips completely, then returned her attention to his cock. He looked down at her black lace bra, her garter belt and stockings framing her pussy, and her hand moving rapidly on his cock. It was a very sexy image, and he groaned in deep approval.
Felice smiled triumphantly and fell back against the stainless steel shelves, opening her legs. The stacks of pans that lined it rattled and chimed in response. She pulled him toward her, her fist guiding the head of his cock straight into her dripping wet hole. Jason flexed his legs, looking up at her from below, and then crammed it in, to the hilt.
Back in the dining room, Georgie was sitting astride Cal’s hips, grinding down onto him, and he was about to come. His hands were in her hair, his hips pressing up against her weight. He had wasted no time when the others left the room. He’d pushed back his chair, pulled his cock free, and calmly ordered her to sit on it and be quick about it.
Georgie was all too ready to comply, hoisting the tight net dress up around her hips as she climbed over him.
The crashing and clattering sounds of objects in flight from the shelves in the kitchen began to reach them. Georgie paused her movements and looked down at Cal’s face. He broke into a smile, and then gave a hoarse laugh.
“Don’t you want to go in and watch?” She gave him a naughty glance.
“No. I’m happy with my private show, right here.” It was so true.
“Good.” She drove her hips onto his, pumping him hard. “By the way, I feel I should thank you.”
“Thank me?”
“Yes, for introducing me to a world of unashamed sexuality.”
“Ah, but, my sweet, sometimes I want to take it all away again and keep you for myself.” He looked at her for understanding.
She rocked back and forth on him silently as she considered the serious undertone in his comment. “Yes, I know,” she murmured. “I feel the same.” Then she kissed his mouth and rode him hard and fast.
When she responded like that, he came suddenly, his cock bowing against the front wall of her sex. She gasped at the ferocity of it starting to spurt so suddenly inside her. Breathless with pleasure, she held on to the back of the chair and ground herself down on him, making him moan when her core clutched him tightly and she came while his cock still gave its final jerks inside her.
Chapter Ten
Georgie climbed up into the jeep, settling in for the journey.
Felice stood at the door, waving. “Come back soon.” She was wearing a midnight blue satin wrap, her auburn hair flowing free over her shoulders. She had a sated look about her, like a lioness that had feasted well and was basking in the sun, indolently washing itself.
The jeep roared into action, and Jason gave Felice a last kiss and a teasing pat on her bottom before jumping into the passenger seat.
Georgie sprawled across the back seat in a faded denim miniskirt and a cropped top, humming along to the radio as she plotted their route on the map.
They had set off early. Cal wanted to be sure they reached Edinburgh before nightfall. Jason sat behind his Oakley shades, thoughtful and quiet, as if he wasn’t so keen to get to their destination now that they were on their way.
By the afternoon, they were crossing the rolling country landscape near the border with Scotland; they would be in Edinburgh by the evening.
“Can we pull up?” Georgie shouted. “Nature calls.” She skipped out of the jeep when Cal parked on the mossy verge of the road. She stepped quickly across the tufts of grass, avoiding the muddy patches, darting toward the trees that sprang up densely about twenty feet back from the road. She hunched down behind a huge oak, keeping an eye on the men as she did her business. They’d left the jeep to stretch their legs, and she could see them through the bracken and branches. She could just about hear them, talking in low voices and chuckling. Cal was standing with his back against the side of the jeep, hands in his pockets, legs spread. Jason was leaning one arm on the window of the open door, in profile. She wondered what they were talking about. They looked mischievous, like they were plotting something. She pulled up her knickers and straightened her skirt back into place. She could see that they were deep in discussion, chuckling over whatever it was. They looked gorgeous, the pair of them leaning on the jeep, waiting for her. She leaned round the trunk of the oak, craning her neck, straining to hear. She felt a sudden desire for their attentions.
“What’s the hot topic?” She walked out from behind the tree and stood, legs askance, hands on hips, challenging them.
Jason turned toward her, looking her up and down. He coughed. “All done?”
“Sure you can manage without our help?” It was Cal, only he had a really devious look on his face.
Bloody cheeky, Georgie thought to herself.
“You looked like you needed some help,” he added. “And we wanted to give it to you.”
“I’m quite sure I could manage without you altogether,” she retorted, loudly.
“Oh, in that case, we’ll leave you to it.”
Just at that moment, she felt one of her
heels slowly sinking into the earth. When she tried to cantilever it out, it sank further in. “Shit!”
Loud laughter emitted from the area of the jeep.
“Charming.” She was frantically trying to shift the heel out of the earth when she felt it give way altogether. She stepped forward, her body poised like a gazelle to leap out, leaving the dratted shoe behind. “Whatever happened to male chivalry?”
“Oh, so you need us now?”
“Of course I do. I was winding you up.”
Cal lurched over to her. Jason followed at a more leisurely rate, glancing back over his shoulder at the road.
“Well, what is it?” Cal looked at her hungrily. “Some physical need that I can help you out with?” He ran his hand over the bulge at his groin, grinning cheekily.
“You cheeky sod!” She pouted at him, but she couldn’t keep the interest out of her expression.
“You’re such a saucy woman; you know you want it. Why don’t you get over there on that grass and I’ll give you a quick service. We’ve got time.”
Georgie’s mouth opened in mock indignation, but she couldn’t keep it up for long. The need for some of their action was fast becoming urgent, but she wasn’t about to give in to either of them that easily. She bent and quickly took off her remaining shoe, grabbing it and its mud-soaked partner in one hand as she set off, barefoot, at top whack.
Calvin roared as he lurched after her.
She laughed aloud, weaving in amongst the trees, her heart pounding. When she felt she was ahead, she glanced over her shoulder. They weren’t in sight. She whooped triumphantly and headed for the cover of a tree. Her breath rasped in her lungs, her blood rushing with the thrill of the chase. Here in the wild, lonely landscape, there was an adventure to be had.
She heard his footsteps thundering up behind her. She cried out and pulled away from her hiding spot, but his hands snatched at her, holding her tight against the tree trunk. He hauled her legs apart with one foot. Cool air surged up between her thighs. Her sex prickled with a delicious sense of anxiety. She was creaming her knickers; she could feel them clinging to her groove.
“Let me go!” She was laughing up at him while Cal held her still in one hand, easily.
“I’ll let you go when I’m convinced you’re not ripe for a fuck.” There was a challenge in his tone. He had her pinned against the tree, with both her wrists captured above her head in one strong hand. The other he put under her short skirt and fingered her pussy through the thin lace of her knickers. “Oh, yes. You’re ripe, all right.” He snatched at the knickers and pulled them down the length of her legs, drawing a loud gasp from her mouth. He unzipped the skirt and pulled it off her, throwing it aside.
“Cal!” But he was already hauling her top over her head.
“I’m right here.” He unzipped his jeans.
“Oh,” she murmured subconsciously when she got a look at his erection. It was rock hard, red hot, and oozing.
“That’s got your attention.”
She shrugged and reached her arms around his neck. “Yes, I confess it has.” She could see Jason over his shoulder, his cock also out of his jeans. He fisted it in one hand, watching them. They had planned it, to relieve the tedium of the journey.
Before she had a chance to say any more, Cal pushed her up against the tree, nudged her legs apart, bent his knees, and thrust his cock up into her wet slit, heading straight for home. She gripped his shoulders when he filled her to the hilt, his cock bruising up against her most sensitive parts; then he began to move in her, sending spasms of ecstasy jolting through her body. She grasped at him, lifting one leg to lock his hips against her, her knickers dangling around the ankle of her other leg. He moved quickly, with deep, hard thrusts, his body physically lifting her as he rutted her up against the tree.
“Fuck.” He grunted and suddenly spurted inside her. He had barely slowed his movement and Jason was there, ready to take her from him. Georgie felt a rush of departure, and then was filled again. Jason was inside her.
She was blossoming into orgasm.
Two cocks. She was having two cocks, one after the other. She moaned and wriggled, gaining purchase against the tree. Jason swore under his breath when her movement wedged his cock deep, pausing a moment, and then rode her even harder. Her pelvis was awash with heat, the rigid erection like a magnetic force-field that staved her responses.
“You look so bloody hot when you come,” Jason whispered against her throat.
Her core was pounding, waves of relief washing over her.
“Don’t come. Hold up,” Cal instructed, his hands on Jason’s shoulders.
Jason swore again, louder. “What?”
Cal was standing at her side, rubbing his cock, which was already hard again, ready for more. Cal’s eyes were flashing.
Jason pulled out, holding his aching balls tight, pressing against the base of his cock to hold himself back from coming. Cal moved closer, offering his cock to her. Georgie slid down onto the ground and turned her face into it. His cock was still slick and was oozing, a drop of come weeping out onto the swollen dark-red crown.
“Yes, yes, give me two cocks. I want both your cocks. I want you to fill me up,” she blurted out, hurling the deviant desire up to them like a hand grenade.
“Sweet Jesus.” Jason looked down at her kneeling between them on the rough ground, all desperate and wanting. He pressed harder still, stemming himself, holding back the flow. Georgie cried out, grabbing at Cal’s cock, thrusting him into her mouth, suckling hard. She found her rhythm, swallowing a good length of him and an intake of breath on each of his thrusts. She wanted this so badly, wanted to be filled and used, to be taken every way, so full of cock that every ounce of her was drenched.
She sensed the men were having some sort of exchange over her prone body, and then Cal’s cock was suddenly removed from her mouth, nudging her back toward Jason. But Jason began to move away. When she gathered her senses, she saw that he was lying down on his back on the mossy grass, waving her over. “Come on, babe; sit on my cock.”
“Go on,” Cal urged when she looked at him.
She crawled over on her hands and knees to Jason’s outstretched body. A breath of fern and dense earth caught her attention, and then it was gone on the breeze and there was only the three of them, out in the wild, fucking like animals and oblivious to the world around them.
“That’s it,” Cal whispered from behind, leaning over her, his hands immediately sliding over her body where she knelt, to tease her dangling breasts, tweaking each puckered nipple. Then he stroked down her back to her gaping, wet slit. Georgie moaned and leaned forward over Jason’s prone body. She felt feverish, weak and agitated all at the same time. Cal rubbed his hand hard over her exposed pussy, brusquely sliding over her clit and pushing her inner lips wide with two fingers, examining her. His fingers were slippery with juices, and he spread it all over her, one finger smoothing over her anus, circling it and gently easing it open. Georgie braced herself and hung her head. Yes, she wanted to feel him there, pushing inside her secret passage. She pushed back onto his finger, tentatively.
“Good girl,” Cal whispered, and then the finger was gone and he had dropped down behind her, squatting up against her back. He grabbed her wriggling hips and held her still. Jason lay beneath them, watching, waiting, his breath bated, his eyes glazed with lust. Georgie fixed her gaze on his, but she was very aware of what was going on at her backside.
Cal returned to his focal point; he circled and eased his finger into her anus, slowly opening her up, wetting her with her juice as he went. He penetrated her with the length of his finger, edging it in, bit by bit. She flinched involuntarily, her body trying to force out the strange intrusion. He overcame her resistance, continuing his assault, firmly delving his slick digit inside her, pushing into her secret hole. Wild waves of sensation skittered over her whole body, her sphincter twitching against his finger, grasping at the hard intrusion. She clenched in response to the prodd
ing of that persistent finger. A rush of humiliation at being so exposed, so weak and vulnerable, overcame Georgie, inexorably entwined with the deep pleasure of the foreign intrusion. She opened her eyes and saw that Jason was watching, his hand slowly moving on his cock, his eyes glistening with anticipation.
“Do you still want our help?” Cal’s voice was cool, controlled.
Georgie groaned, her body ricocheting with a riot of opposing signals. She was unable to form words.
“Can you take it, both of us?”
She moved her hips on his hand.
“Yes?” he murmured, and she nodded her head, her hair trailing over her face as she swayed, intoxicated with it, overwhelmed with shame. Shame that flooded her sex when she was forced to concede that she did want it.
“Jason.” Cal urged.
Jason leaned into her, pulling her closer to him in response to Cal’s signal.
She whimpered, but the two men guided her, and she found herself lowering down onto Jason’s waiting erection. His thumb pads were holding open her plump, wet sex lips, massaging the sensitive flesh as he thrust the glowering red head of his cock inside her sex. She moaned with pleasure, instinctively bending over toward his mouth to kiss him. Jason’s hands locked around her back, his arms holding her down on him, squashing her breasts against his chest. His mouth covered hers. Georgie whimpered, moving against the hard cock that had been offered to her.
Then she felt Cal’s hands on her hips, then on her buttocks, opening up her cleft and rubbing it again where he had stimulated and probed it with his finger. She realized what was coming, and wondered if it was going to be too much for her to bear. Yet she longed to find out. She was already full with Jason’s cock, but focused on the prospect of more and stimulated beyond belief. It was sheer lust that was forcing her through her feelings of vulnerability and apprehension.
Georgie slowed her thrusts, slowed to nothing, when she felt the head of his cock jabbing against her. She felt her sphincter muscle clutch suddenly and then give up its resistance when he pulled her buttocks further apart. She was open, exposed completely, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
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