Becoming aware of the erection curving against her buttocks, she went still. Her belly gave a funny jump. Thistle kissed the curve of her shoulder when she stiffened.
“It’s okay, Rienne,” he said softly in her ear.
Dandy released her feet and moved to sit beside Thistle.
She nodded slightly and tried to relax again. It wasn’t working, though.
“Look at Shiloh,” Dandy whispered in her other ear as he traced patterns along the outer curve of her thigh.
When she looked she saw Foxglove straddling the big man’s lap. Their lips were pressed together in a wet, openmouthed kiss. She nearly started purring with delight at the sexy sight. Remembering Thorn and Bramble, she glanced at them quickly to gauge their reaction and was surprised to find them also locked in a passionate embrace. Oh my, that’s so hot!
Her attention was drawn back to Dandy as he moved to kneel before her.
His face was solemn as he slowly reached up to cup her breasts. He kept his gaze locked with hers as he gently caressed her through the lace of her bra.
Behind her, Thistle pressed kisses against her shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Their movements were slow and gentle, as if they were trying to coax a shy animal to them.
She glanced at her lovers again. They had stopped kissing to watch her, cheeks pressed together and identical gleams of lust in their eyes while their hands stroked over each other. She couldn’t bring herself to check if Thorn and Bramble were watching as well.
Dandy popped the front catch of her bra and peeled the wet lace back.
Masculine groans of appreciation sounded all around her, making her cheeks heat with embarrassment. Folding her arms across her chest she sent Foxglove a pleading look. Being nearly nude with this many people around was making her very uncomfortable, especially since she didn’t know two of the men very well at all.
Shiloh and Foxglove had talked about Dandy and Thistle, but this was a bit overwhelming.
Her lover smiled in understanding and flowed off Shiloh’s lap, gliding to her side in the hot water. He gently eased her from Thistle’s arms and cuddled her on his lap.
She sighed in relief as his lips covered hers. The comforting, familiar taste of him soon had her relaxing. His hand cupped her small breast, gently plucking at her nipple. Her mouth flowered open to the unhurried thrust of his tongue. Everything would be okay now. Not because his nectar soothed her, but because she felt safe.
Jerking slightly when she felt hands touching her again, she opened her eyes.
Shiloh bent to kiss her as he slid the straps of her open bra off her arms. “Is this okay, Rienne? Thorn and Bramble won’t make love to you; they just want to watch.” His hands cupped her hips, caressing the lace that still covered them. Dandy curled against Shiloh’s back, resting his chin on the taller man’s shoulder as he watched Foxglove toy with her nipples.
She peeked around them. Thorn and Bramble devoured her mostly nude body with their eyes. Their hands were hidden under the hot water, but she was sure they were stroking each other. Blushing a little, she glanced at Thistle. He had risen to his knees on the bench and was rubbing his erect penis while he watched, waiting for her to decide.
Turning her hot face against Foxglove’s neck, she nodded.
Shiloh tugged her off Foxglove’s lap. He scooted around until he was sitting on the edge of the pool with her between his legs. He pulled her back against his chest.
Dandy floated closer and edged his fingers into the waist of her panties, peeling the sodden lace down her legs. He leaned forward and licked her belly, following the cloth, stopping at the top of her hairless mound. There he pressed a small kiss before pulling her away from Shiloh and helping her step out of the small scrap of clothing.
She lost her balance as Shiloh tugged her back against him, and ended up spraddle-legged across his lap, her thighs on either side of his. A squeak of dismay escaped her when he used her position to expose her sex to the watching men by parting his legs to open hers.
Wrapping his arms over hers and around her waist so she couldn’t scramble away, he continued to widen his legs until she didn’t have enough leverage to get up. His erection was a steel lance twitching eagerly against the crease of her ass and small of her back.
She went still, feeling the burning blush in her cheeks, and tried her hardest not to look at anyone. A moan of embarrassment left her as his crossed hands cupped the bottoms of her breasts and lifted them as if he were offering them to someone for inspection. Having her lover displaying her like a sexual sacrifice was both exciting and unsettling.
Foxglove bent his head, mouth opened widely to take as much of her breast in as possible.
Her head fell back against Shiloh’s shoulder as her other lover sucked hard and slowly scraped his teeth across her flesh until only her nipple remained in his mouth. Then, he sucked with strong pulls that started echoing pulses in her sex. She whimpered and squirmed against Shiloh’s restraining arms.
It didn’t help when he bent his head and whispered all the filthy things he wanted to do to her in a soft, soothing voice. “Does that sweet little pussy need a hard cock?” he murmured between licks and nibbles along the shell of her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight, baby. By the time we are done fucking you, you’ll be dripping cum. Or maybe I’ll shoot mine down your throat. Would you like some sweet cream in your belly?”
She groaned, turning her head on his shoulder to catch his mouth in a voracious kiss. A hot mouth covered her other nipple, making her writhe wantonly. Hands caressed the insides of her trembling thighs, and she felt a hot breath blow across the ultrasensitive skin of her bare pussy.
Freezing in anticipation, she whimpered into Shiloh’s mouth. Moments later a wet tongue delicately traced its way down her slit. Bashfulness forgotten, she curled her hips up to the tongue nestling its way into her lower lips.
Shiloh’s hand released her breasts. She whined softly as the full weight of the soft globes was suspended from the mouths sucking her nipples. Countless hands smoothed over her body as the lapping tongue dug into her core, gathering the cream starting to flow from her body.
She opened her eyes and looked down. Dandy’s face was buried between her thighs. He caught her gaze and held it as the very tip of his tongue fluttered over her erect clit. She inhaled sharply at the delicious sensation. His violet eyes darkened at her response. She saw wicked promises in them as he nibbled and sucked her most intimate parts.
Foxglove lifted his mouth from her breast and nipped the soft globe before stretching up to thrust his tongue into her mouth. “So sexy,” he murmured against her lips after he ended the kiss. He moved back and lazily fisted his rigid member as he watched the men enticing her quivering body.
Time passed in a haze of pleasure. Her legs slid anxiously over Shiloh’s until he held the backs of her knees, keeping her spread open for Dandy’s teasing ministrations. She was vaguely aware of Bramble and Thorn drawing closer. Masculine hands played with each other, jerking cocks far rougher than she would have touched them.
Thistle scooted up and caught her mouth in a forceful kiss, holding her face so she couldn’t escape the determined thrust of his tongue. He tasted like black honey, rich and sweet on her tongue.
She moaned in disappointment as he and Dandy both pulled away.
Dandy flowed gracefully to his knees. Lavender eyes, smoky with lust, gazed into hers as he nudged her feminine well with the crown of his cock. A soundless sigh left his open mouth as he slowly drove into her. Once he was fully embedded, he paused for a heartbeat before withdrawing just as slowly.
She whined in protest when he stopped, the engorged head of his cock just inside her needy slit. Her sitting position caused his penis to put pressure on different places with every insertion. Each withdrawal eased the strange ache, only to have it build exquisitely as he returned.
Thistle picked up her arms and wrapped them around Shiloh’s neck, le
aving her body open to their perusal. One hand slid down her breast, her belly, and finally hovered above her slick mound. He flicked the swollen bud at the apex of her slit just as Dandy thrust home.
She bucked, letting out a choked cry as her hands fisted against Shiloh’s neck. The watching men moaned in satisfaction. Another sound escaped her when Bramble reached forward to tweak one of her turgid nipples.
He moved closer, edging Foxglove out of the way and covered her breast with his hot mouth. Bracing himself on one hand, he nuzzled her plump globe. His tanned buttocks rose out of the hot water as he knelt closer.
She gasped rhythmically as Dandy increased the speed and power of his thrusts, losing herself in the sensual daze of the men making love to her. Her breast bounced against Bramble’s lips as he drew it back into his warm mouth. She watched distractedly as Thorn positioned himself behind Bramble.
Foxglove came around to her other side and began caressing Thistle, whose hand was still rubbing circles around her stiff clit. His arms wrapped around the shorter man and began moving in a way that suggested he was jerking and pulling Thistle’s cock.
Thistle’s eyes closed, and his head tilted back onto Foxglove’s shoulder. His hand stuttered erratically on her nub, as if he was having trouble concentrating on his self-appointed task.
Shiloh bit and sucked the skin of her neck and shoulders as Dandy thrust faster. Each drive home was accompanied by a juicy smack as their groins crashed together.
She panted, rolling her hips up to meet his inward lunges.
A gritty whine against her breast drew her attention back to Bramble. Thorn had parted his buttocks and was driving his cock in his lover with short stabs. His pelvis landed against Bramble’s ass, and he pulled the man away from Rienne with a tight grip on Bramble’s red-brown hair.
Bramble writhed, his face a mask of agonized pleasure as Thorn cradled him against his chest and took up a rough, pounding tempo. His free hand gripped Bramble’s erection and began sliding up and down the hard length in time with his hips.
She was teetering on the edge of orgasm when Dandy made one final jab and held. His penis swelled, throbbed, and she felt a long hot splash of wetness against the mouth of her womb. The moist spray was all she needed to follow him. Her pussy clamped down and rippled as her body drew into a taut bow of delight.
Thistle’s fingers danced in her wet sheath, not stopping until she was screaming.
Shiloh’s grip on the back of her knees tightened as he held her through the storm.
Dandy collapsed against her breasts, sucking in ragged breaths. He writhed against her as her slick tunnel spasmed and wept around his member.
She slowly relaxed against Shiloh. Her arms came down to wrap around Dandy’s shoulders. Sweat-dampened strands of his vibrant yellow hair clung to his cheeks and forehead as he raised his face to kiss her. It was a slow, deep kiss, seductive and filled with the smug satisfaction of a man who knew he had pleasured the woman in his embrace.
After a few more easy kisses, Dandy pulled away. They both shivered as he withdrew from the hot clasp of her vagina. He fell back in the water with a soft, giddy laugh and rolled, obviously wallowing in the sweet aftermath of his orgasm.
She smiled, closing her eyes and rubbing back against Shiloh like a cat. He released her legs and wrapped his arms securely around her waist. His tongue licked lacy, damp patterns across the side of her neck.
He reached under her and positioned his erect shaft in the crease of her ass. Not to penetrate but to slide luxuriously against her.
She opened her eyes when she felt someone move between her lax thighs. Another smile curved the edges of her mouth when she met Thistle’s needy, hopeful gaze. His erection brushed the dripping, reddened lips of her cunt. Cupping his cheeks, she drew him toward her and kissed him, curling her hips to nuzzle the throbbing purple crown in invitation.
With a groan he thrust home, his engorged lance easily parting her slick walls. He pulled his mouth away from hers and stared at the joining of their bodies. Seeming to be mesmerized, he fucked her in gentle, slow advances. “Oh Gods,” he hissed. “You are so damned tight! Slick and creamy, you feel so good, Rienne.”
Shiloh’s hands cupped her breasts, toying with the nipples caught between his thumbs and forefingers. He plucked and pulled them before kneading the soft mounds. “Does it feel good, baby?” he whispered, sucking her earlobe into his warm, wet mouth.
She nodded, mouth opening in soft pants.
Hoarse groans made the three of them look at Thorn and Bramble. Their erotic undulations and frenzied movements telegraphed how close they were to reaching their peaks. Water-slick muscles flexed all over their toned bodies. Thorn wrapped an arm around his lover’s waist, holding the other man flush against his chest as he made urgent thrusts.
Thistle slowed but never stopped the rolling thrust of his hips. He appeared to be as caught up in the glorious sight as she was.
Rienne bit her lip hard to keep from sobbing her excitement as his lazy, almost distracted jabs tortured her already primed sex.
Bramble froze as Thorn made one final assault against his ass and held. His eyes opened wide, and Rienne recognized the expression of helpless ecstasy on the man’s face. He screamed as thick ropes of creamy white cum splattered across her belly. It rolled down her smooth skin, seeping down her dripping slit to coat Thistle’s throbbing weapon.
The men trembled and sank into the water, shaking with residual tremors. Thorn pulled Bramble’s chin up and kissed his lover with passionate intensity.
Thistle moaned gutturally. He began riding her with hard jerks and smacks as if Bramble’s cum streaking her skin was something so unbearably exciting he couldn’t help himself.
Her fingers dug into Shiloh’s thighs as greedy sobs were driven from her. It didn’t take much stimulation for her already inflamed tissues to compress tightly around Thistle. Within minutes she was creaming on his staff in a series of luscious contractions that seemed to go on forever. She couldn’t seem to stop as each slam of his pelvis against hers set off another round.
She squirmed and twisted in Shiloh’s restraining arms as she tried to escape the never-ending pleasure. His member slid against the crease of her ass where her juice had moistened it. He rocked the throbbing weapon between her cheeks as Thistle’s hard motions moved her against him. She knew every time Shiloh touched Thistle, because Shiloh would suck in a breath and moan softly.
Both men chanted hot, filthy words of encouragement as she was pinned securely between them. The sensations were overwhelming and confusing as she rode the storm helplessly. Shiloh stiffened behind her and let out a rumbling groan as thick fluid showered her and Thistle.
Thistle rammed in one last time and then arched back. His long, dark hair trailed in the water while he snarled, teeth clenched as shudders racked his body. Hot jets sprayed her vaginal walls as he jerked against her over and over.
She moaned as the three of them went still and panted. Thistle leaned into her, resting his forehead on her shoulder, still quivering inside her. Weakly she raised her arms and draped them across his back and closed her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.
Hands slid between her and Thistle and pulled them apart. She murmured a protest as his softening shaft slid free of her body. Trembles racked her limbs as she was left straddling Shiloh’s lap and dripping with cum.
She opened her eyes and saw Dandy cuddling Thistle. Thorn and Bramble sat close together, eyes filled with heated satisfaction as they watched her.
Foxglove gently lifted her off Shiloh and held her on his lap as they sank onto a bench beneath the hot water.
Shiloh slid down next to them and lifted her legs to rest over his and curled a muscled arm around Foxglove’s shoulders. He bent and kissed the smaller man gently and then stroked Rienne’s cheek.
She smiled tiredly before resting her cheek against Foxglove and closing her eyes. Turning her head, she nuzzled his neck and inhaled his comforting scent.
His lips brushed across hers with the tiny, sipping kisses she loved so much. A sigh of happiness escaped her.
Her core gave a slow, languorous throb as their mouths slid dreamily against each other. Despite being sore and tired, she turned in his lap, straddling him and slowly sinking down his erection without lifting her mouth from his.
Once he was in to the root, she swayed her hips with easy motions that only lifted her off him an inch or so before she glided back down. She cupped his face and tilted him up to receive another soft kiss.
His hands rubbed over her hips and ass before wrapping around her waist and holding her close as their tongues and lips mimicked the motions of their hips. Fingers kneaded her with suppressed urgency.
She knew he was desperate to orgasm by the hard, involuntary spasms in his cock. He seemed to be trying to hold it back so she could rise with him. But, she also knew it would be a long time before she came again. “It’s okay, my love, come for me. I want to feel you, it’s been too long.”
He shivered as she tightened her inner muscles and pulsed them around his cock in a sensual massage.
“Give it to me, please,” she entreated softly, knowing how much he loved hearing her beg. Her lips caressed the outer edge of his ear. “Fuck me, Foxglove, make me feel it. I want every drop inside me.”
He sighed with pleasure and held her still as he made shallow thrusts.
She purred softly and held herself slightly off him to give him room to move. Slow, dreamy darts of pleasure filled her. It was too soft to be an orgasm but was just as satisfying. “So good,” she whispered, letting her head fall back. A shiver went through her whole body as Foxglove came inside her, his mouth open against her breast to muffle his cry of completion.
She floated on the quiet that followed. The pleasant aches in her body filled her with a sense of well-being. Fingers cupped her head, and she lazily opened her eyes as Shiloh bent to kiss her with sweet gentleness.
“That was beautiful, Rienne. Thank you for sharing it with us.” His voice was a deep rumble against her lips.
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