by Ladd,Ashley
“Would you like to play along with us?” he asked, his words uneven.
“Yes.” She nodded, now fully awake. Her gaze was drawn back to where the two men were joined, to Duncan’s thick penis ploughing into Michael up to the hilt. All her pulse points throbbed.
Michael turned his head to look at her. His eyes burned as hot as Duncan’s.
“Finger fuck yourself, Holly,” he commanded. “Let Duncan see you while he fucks my ass.”
Obediently, she bent her knees, spreading her legs wide and planting her feet on the mattress. One hand separated the folds of her cunt while the other began the familiar stroking motion, over her clit and along the wet flesh. As Duncan increased his pace, so did she, her fingers moving faster and faster. Sliding two fingers into her already quivering pussy, she rubbed her thumb over her clit.
“Faster, sweetheart,” Michael gasped. “I want you to come when Duncan does.”
Her eyes still glued to the sight next to her, Holly increased her movements. She felt the orgasm building in her belly, tightening her muscles low in her abdomen. She was almost there. Almost…there. She clamped her teeth on her lower lip and began thrusting her hips in time to her movements.
“Duncan?” Her voice was strained.
The muscles in his neck were corded, and his face was taut with sexual tension.
“All right, lass.”
He gave a last final thrust, and his big body convulsed, shuddering as he shot his semen into the tight grasp of Michael’s rectum. Holly pinched her clit and scraped her fingernail over it then exploded along with him. The bed shook with their spasms, hips jerking and thrusting, cries of completion filling the air.
Then they all collapsed, the sounds of air being dragged into lungs a counterpoint to the snapping of the logs in the fireplace. Holly felt the sheet beneath her soaked with her cream, the last little droplets pushed out by the final pulsing of her vaginal walls. No one spoke for several minutes, drained as much by physical exertion as by the intensity of the situation.
“Such a responsive girl,” Duncan crooned to her as he pulled away from Michael. “I can see why Michael takes such pleasure from you.”
He reached over to touch her pussy, scooping her liquid with his fingers then licking them with slow swipes of his tongue. His eyes never left hers, but when she finally tore them away to glance at Michael, she saw he was watching her with the same intensity.
Duncan reached down beside the bed and lifted a wet cloth he’d obviously had ready. Very carefully he cleaned both himself and Michael. When he was finished Michael flipped over onto his back, a huge erection jutting from the thick nest of curls at his groin.
He grinned at Holly. “It seems someone isn’t quite finished.”
“I’d have to agree.” She reached out and ran a fingertip over the head of Michael’s cock, spreading the tiny pearl-like drop at the slit over the soft skin.
“What say we take good care of him, the two of us. All right?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed, touching her collar. For Michael anything. “Please.”
Duncan wrapped his fingers around Michael’s shaft and began to stroke it up and down, while Michael watched through half-closed eyes. Holly reached down and cradled his balls in her hand, loving the soft feel of the fine hair covering the skin. She massaged them while her tongue slipped back and forth across the dark purple head of his cock. He tightened his hands into fists and closed his eyes, giving himself over to the pleasure.
Holly licked the satiny skin as Duncan rubbed it, turning her head so she could watch Michael’s face. Each time she squeezed his balls or nipped at the head of his shaft, his jaw tightened and a soft groan escaped his lips. As aroused as he was, it wasn’t long before the muscles in his abdomen tightened. Holly felt his balls draw up, and with a thrust of his hips and a shout, his orgasm took him.
As the jets of thick white cum spurted from him, she licked them rapidly, catching it almost before it touched his skin. When he was finished and his body relaxed, his breathing finally slowing, she moved up to kiss him, her tongue slipping into his mouth.
“I taste myself on you,” he murmured, then smiled. “I think I like your taste a lot better.”
“I think we need to get some sleep,” Duncan told them, “or we’ll be wasting the whole day tomorrow.”
“You’re right,” Holly agreed.
In a moment, she was sandwiched between the two men, facing Michael, her back to Duncan. Michael reached down and lifted her leg over his hip, slipping two fingers into her drenched cunt. Duncan cradled her head on his shoulder, then slowly pushed one finger into her very tight asshole.
Holly sighed. “Good night.” And she promptly fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Three
Holly leaned back on the padded lounger on the deck, sipping from a mug of hot coffee and enjoying the view across the water. She wore only a knee length sweater and the sun warmed her face and her legs.
The atmosphere in the cabin had changed subtly since they’d arrived the day before. The three of them were much more aware of each other, and in a new and different way. Each time Holly looked at the two men, the scene from the night before flashed in her brain and arousal spread through her body. It was the same with the men when they looked at her or each other. Their cocks instantly sprang to life.
Duncan had fed them royally this morning. Stoking their energy, he’d called it. She could hardly wait to see what today would bring.
The door behind her slid open, and the men moved out onto the deck. They were dressed in shorts and t-shirts and each carried mugs like hers. Michael had a small canvas bag in his free hand.
“Enjoying the scenery?” he asked, sitting down next to her on the edge of the lounger.
“You bet. I can’t believe how wild and beautiful it is out here.”
“I always hate to leave it to go back to the city,” Duncan told her.
Michael slid one hand up the length of her leg and under her sweater, pinching each of her nipples in turn. “I think we need to prepare for the day’s activities, don’t you, gorgeous?”
“Whatever you say.” She lowered her eyelashes demurely.
Although they incorporated many of the aspects of BDSM into their lives, and she wore his collar, he’d never had any desire to have her call him Master. And even though she was still wearing the one Duncan put on her at arrival, no one had insisted she use that form of address. Her comfort level was just as important as her submission.
“I like the way you say my name,” he’d told her. “As long as you obey, Master is just a word.”
Now she waited to see what he’d ask of her.
“Let’s see that luscious ass,” he said, taking her coffee mug and setting it on a small table.
Holly obligingly turned over and draped herself over his lap. She glanced sideways and saw Duncan watching avidly. At the look in his eyes, she felt liquid seep from her cunt and wet her thighs.
Michael slid the sweater up so her entire ass was exposed, caressed the globes with his hand then let his fingers trail through the cleft. The tip of one finger pressed against her anus, rubbing it gently.
“I expect this little hole to get a lot of attention today,” he told her. “Let’s make sure it’s ready for whatever comes along.”
She saw Duncan bend over her then heard a zipper and realised Michael was opening the little bag he’d brought out with him.
“Shall I give you a hand?” Duncan asked.
“Absolutely.”
Hands separated her buttocks, pulling the cheeks wide and she felt the breeze drift over her sensitive skin. She waited, expecting the gel she was so familiar with, but instead a warm liquid drizzled onto her hole and Michael worked it into her with one finger. The minute her tissues began absorbing it, her clit started to throb and the walls of her pussy quivered.
“This is a special oil I got hold of,” Duncan told her. “Not only will it ease the passage for whatever you take here but
it will keep you constantly aroused.” He placed a kiss on each of her ass cheeks. “And we want you to be aroused, lass. Really aroused.”
As Michael continued to work the oil into her and the throbbing in her cunt accelerated, she heard the door open again onto the deck and a strange voice said, “Am I too late to join the party or too early?”
Holly tensed and tried to shift from Michael’s lap.
“Michael, what’s going on here?” she asked nervously.
Duncan’s hands released their hold on her, and in an instant, Michael’s open palm came down in a slap, then again, once on each cheek. And again, her flesh stinging at the touch.
“Bad girl,” he told her. “Remember. You don’t question anything I ask of you. Right?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, Michael. I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“I think we need to make sure you don’t forget again.”
He spanked her again, five, six times, until her flesh was burning. Between the heated special oil and the slaps, she was nearly ready to come, and she didn’t even know who the new person was.
“I think she’s got it now,” Duncan said. “Holly, this is Jim Grainger. He went to university with Michael and me and the three of us spent many an interesting evening together.”
“Hello, Holly,” a deep male voice said, and fingers trailed over her buttocks.
“Duncan and Jim have been spending time together over the past few years,” Michael explained. “We thought this would be a good time for us all to get together again.” He kissed her thighs. “And I wanted to show off my most prized possession so Jim could tell me what a lucky bastard I am.”
“Since Jim didn’t get to play last night,” Duncan said, “why don’t we let him do the honours this morning.”
“Good idea,” Michael agreed.
Holly glanced sideway from her position on Michael’s lap and saw him hand a butt plug to Jim. The embarrassment of having a stranger do something so intimate to her was washed away in the erotic excitement of the action. Once she would have been humiliated by something like this, repelled by it. Now she found herself eagerly anticipating it.
Michael brushed her hair aside and kissed her cheek. “I’m moving you onto your knees, sweetheart, so Jim, can get a good look. Then he’s going to put in the plug, all right?”
She nodded, her breathing jerky and uneven.
In a moment, she was on her hands and knees, legs spread wide. Fingers teased at her vagina. One slid easily inside while a thumb rasped against her clit.
“A prize, Michael,” Jim said, working his finger in and out of her. “So tight and juicy. I can’t wait to fuck her.”
Hands spread her ass wide again and more oil drizzled into her anus. Then she felt the pressure of the plug against her hole, pushing, pushing, then popping through the tight ring of muscle and easing inside. She had to bite her lip hard to keep from coming there and then.
Then Michael helped her up, and she raised her eyes to see a tall, heavily muscled man with an engaging grin, warm brown eyes and thick sandy hair standing beside the lounger.
“Nice to meet you, Holly, “ he grinned. “All of you.”
“Here you go, pal.” Duncan had disappeared inside and now returned with a mug of coffee for Jim. “I think you have too many clothes on.”
“Get naked, and we’ll let you see just how good Holly feels,” Michael told him. “Right, sweetheart?”
“Whatever gives you pleasure,” she told him.
“Can’t get better than that.”
By the time Holly had turned around, moving gingerly as the butt plug pinched slightly, Jim had stripped off all of his clothing, piling it on a chair and stretching out on another lounger. He patted his thighs. “Come on, sweet stuff. Let’s get acquainted.”
Duncan had picked up his coffee again and was sitting in a wide chair, watching while Michael helped Holly climb onto Jim.
She balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders. He was bigger than either Duncan or Michael, broader, with thicker muscles and wider, and a thick mat of sandy hair on his hard-muscled chest. His skin was warm and had a faint spicy scent from whatever cologne he used. When she leaned forward her breasts brushed against him and even with the fabric of the sweater separating them, tiny jolts of heat sparked through her.
He lifted his head fractionally and captured her mouth, his tongue plunging deep inside. His big hands held her head, slanting it to give him greater access to the wet cavern as he greedily drank from her. His kisses were drugging, taking Holly to the next level of arousal. With the tiny functioning portion of her brain she thought, It’s only morning and all I can think about is how many different ways we’re going to fuck.
“Taste those nipples,” Michael urged. “They feel like ripe strawberries.”
Jim cupped one breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and grazing it with his teeth. Holly felt more liquid release in her cunt and the flutters in her vaginal walls threatened to erupt into full blown spasms. Jim’s mouth was soft and his tongue like liquid heat on her, his teeth sending sparks of electricity straight to her womb. He worked on one until it felt hard and swollen, then switched to the other one. By the time he’d worked both of them to a point of almost painful arousal, she wanted nothing more than his cock inside her.
“Let me,” she whispered, positioning herself over him.
“My pleasure.” The tone of his voice reflected his need.
Slowly she lowered herself onto him, one inch at a time, until he was so far inside her she could feel him prodding at her womb. His penis was thick and ridged, and she felt every tiny bump against her tender skin.
Jim’s big hands settled at her hips, steadying her. He released her nipple from his mouth and raked his eyes over her.
“God, you’ve got the tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked.” His voice was low and hoarse. “I can feel every inch of that plug in your ass.”
Michael had moved around to stand in back of Jim, and now he leaned over him and palmed Holly’s breasts, scraping his thumbs across the hot, hard nipples. “Lean forward, sweetheart,” he commanded, “so Duncan can play, too. Jim, make room for him.”
Jim spread his legs on either side of the lounger, his hands holding Holly firmly in place on his cock. Duncan knelt behind her and reached around to pinch her clit between thumb and forefinger.
“Ride him, lass, and we’ll make sure you go off good.”
She began to move up and down on the stiff penis, Jim’s hands guiding her and holding her steady. The oil in her rectum spread its stimulating heat throughout her body, driving her with an incredible force. Michael toyed with her nipples and Duncan with her clit, settling into the rhythm of her movements. Every time she lifted and settled back down, skin rasped against her clit while fingers rolled and pinched the hard, beaded points of her nipples.
Duncan’s mouth fastened on the spot where her neck joined her shoulder, nipping and licking as she rode Jim’s cock. Michael leaned his head further over Jim’s and took her mouth, teasing her with his tongue, licking the insides of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, coaxing her own tongue to tangle with his.
The need that had been rising inside her began to spread outward through her body, heating her skin and sending wave after wave of her cream onto Jim’s pulsing cock. With her vaginal muscles clamped onto him, she squeezed him and milked him, pulling every ounce of response from him.
When his body tightened and his hands gripped her harder she knew he was close.
“Now, sweet cheeks.” His voice was ragged and uneven. “Make it happen now.”
Fingers pinched and dragged at her clit as she rose and fell twice more, and then she was there, falling over the edge and taking him with her. Their bodies shook and shuddered together, their groans intermingled as the orgasm tossed them in its clutches. Michael’s hands moved to her head, holding it in place so the kiss was never broken. Duncan nipped at her shoulder again, then licked spot to soothe it.
At last, the aftershocks dissipated, and she collapsed forward onto Jim, his arms wrapped around her as Michael backed away. Duncan’s fingers probed to where she and Jim were joined, rubbing the stretched lips of her cunt and running his finger up and down the cleft of her ass.
“Ye don’t know how gorgeous ye look with that plug in your dark hole,” he told her, his brogue thickening. “The only thing that would be better would be if it was my dick inside you there.”
Michael clapped him on the shoulder. “Later, old man. Meanwhile I think our little girl needs some rest, don’t you? We have a big day and an even bigger evening planned.”
Holly felt limp as a noodle as hands lifted her from Jim’s body, then placed her on the empty lounger. Duncan returned and pressed a fresh mug of coffee in her hands.
“This’ll help you get your strength back,” he grinned. “I added just a touch of brandy to it.”
The three men sat around unselfconsciously with their own drinks, chatting as if they were in a local pub. The only difference was they were all completely nude and idly stroking their cocks with their free hands, Jim’s still only semi-erect after his climax. Holly couldn’t take her eyes away from them, curiosity consuming her.
Michael got her look. “You like watching us, sweetheart? You’ve seen me do this before.”
“I know.” She sipped her coffee. “And one or two of our friends. It’s just, well, after last night…”
Duncan threw his head back and laughed. “I take it she’s never seen any of your male friends fucking you before.”
Michael grinned and shook his head. “No but did you see how fascinated she was?”
Holly felt heat suffuse her face. She was sure her entire body was blushing.
“Maybe we should put on a show for her while she’s resting,” Jim suggested. “Would that turn you on, sweet cheeks?”
Unbelievably Holly felt the pulse beating in her vagina and cream running onto her thigh. And the oil Michael had rubbed into the tunnel of her ass still stimulated her, maintaining a level of arousal that the climax had barely taken the edge off. She squeezed her legs together, hoping everyone would buy her air of nonchalance. But Michael knew her far too well.