by Ashe Barker
My car key is dismissed without question, other than to remark on the peculiar material it’s made from. It’s one of those that looks a bit like plastic credit card and opens the doors while it’s still in my pocket. Even I still find that a bit magical.
I wonder if I’ll ever see my trusty new Renault again or if it will remain in the car park in the centre of Glenridding, abandoned until someone eventually notices and raises the alarm. Perhaps they’ll search for me. In fact, they surely will. The fell rescue volunteers will be out combing the Cumbrian hills, there’ll be announcements on the news, my picture broadcast. My family will be distraught even though we don’t see each other for months on end usually. My mother and sister will be interviewed, pleading for me to get in touch. I fight back tears as I experience a moment of sheer helplessness, knowing I have no way at all of letting them know I’m safe. Sort of.
I gather my wits enough to continue. The final item of equipment I show them is my Leatherman all-purpose knife, the staple piece of kit for anyone serious about hiking or camping. It combines a dizzying array of blades, a tiny pair of scissors, a saw, a screwdriver, a skewer, and the traditional and much-maligned gadget for getting stones from horses’ hooves. The latter I never seriously expected to require, but now…
“This makes your sgian-dubhe look a poor wee thing, Robbie. I don’t recall that was much use other than for stabbing at your food.”
“And felling wolves. But aye, this is a fine implement.”
“What was that? A skee en…” I try to repeat the unfamiliar word.
“Sgian-dubhe. He means his dagger, the one he used to keep in his sock. He left it behind, embedded in that wolf that was intent on sampling you for breakfast, lassie.”
“Ah, right. The one your brother gave you?”
“Aye, that’s the one.” Robbie turns my Leatherman over in his hands, pulling out blade after blade.
“Please accept that as a replacement then, since Will seems to have claimed the binoculars.”
“You’re generous, wee Charlie. To a fault, perhaps. You may yet have need of these things of yours.” Will kneels beside us and starts to help me to replace the items I am keeping back in my bag.
“As long as we’re together, here, these things are ours to share. If I go, when I go, I’ll leave those gifts with you, and any other things of mine you might have a use for. Okay?”
The two men look at each other, then at me. Will breaks the silence. “Aye, lass, we can agree on that, I daresay. And now, since the day has become quite warm, perhaps we can prevail on you to remove your clothing again.”
Chapter Five
“My…? You want me to undress? Now?”
“We do, aye.” Robbie stands and starts to undo the red, green, and purple plaid that is fastened at his shoulder by a heavy brass buckle. He unravels the fabric looped around his body to produce a generous length of tartan, which he lays on the ground. Clad now in just his loose-fitting wool shirt and his fur-lined boots, he watches the pair of us with undisguised amusement. “If you want to fuck her first, Will, I’ll not argue the point with you, provided wee Charlie finds herself in agreement with that notion. But you’d best not be hanging about.” He gestures to the front of his shirt, now tenting as his cock springs to life beneath the cream-coloured cloth. He’s quite correct, there does appear to be an element of urgency creeping in.
“Charlie?” Will eyes me, his expression warm, a caress almost. My remaining doubts evaporate.
“Yes. Yes, of course. Do you want me to do, like a striptease?” I spring to my feet, ready to oblige as best I am able.
“I don’t think we quite take your meaning, lassie. I reckon we just want you naked, and as fast as you can achieve it.” Will also stands up and starts to loosen his green and blue plaid. In moments it is arranged on the ground, on top of Robbie’s. Clearly they intend to see to my comfort. And I daresay their own.
I kneel up and pull my sweatshirt over my head, closely followed by my thermal base layer long-sleeved top. I draw a breath as I pause, allowing them a good view of my swollen, hardening nipples framed and presented by my vivid lilac sports bra. Not designed for seduction, it nevertheless makes a fine enough job of it.
“Very pretty, sweetheart. Do you require help with the rest?”
Will’s gentle reminder spurs me back into action. I get to my feet and bend to untie my boots. I toe those off, and my socks too. Then I hook my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my pants and slide them down my legs, taking my leggings with them. I step out of the lot, now wearing just my underwear and loving the warmth of the sun on my back.
At twenty-four years old I’m no blushing virgin and this is not the first time I’ve undressed for an appreciative male audience, but never more than one man. Not a natural exhibitionist, this is far from easy for me though not the sheer impossibility I might have considered it only yesterday. There’s something natural and unexpectedly right about undressing in front of these two. Will and Robbie seem to complement each other and both are equally sensitive to my feelings in the matter.
I stand, look each in the eye, my gaze shifting from one to the other. Robbie winks at me, then pulls his shirt over his head. He is naked beneath, and very aroused. He moves around to stand behind me, then lifts my hair in his hands. He bends to kiss the nape of my neck, a gesture that causes me to shiver in delighted anticipation.
“So, wee Charlie, will we be rid of this then?” He slides his fingers under the wide strap of my bra, tugging on the stretchy fabric.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I just…” I angle my elbows to fumble behind me for the fastenings.
“Let me. I expect I can fathom this out, given time.” Despite the unfamiliar tiny hooks Robbie only requires a few seconds, and my bra falls loose around my breasts. I catch it, then discarding any remaining modesty I drop it onto the ground with the rest of my clothes. I place my fingers in the waistband of my bikini briefs, but Will shakes his head.
“No, lass. That pleasure is mine.”
He nods to Robbie, whose embrace tightens around me. I frown, uncertain what comes next, but get no opportunity to voice my hesitation before Robbie slides an arm under my knees and lifts me in his arms. He carries me to the plaids in two long strides and kneels down. Then he turns me to face Will and arranges me against his chest. I am leaning back, resting on Robbie’s body, my legs stretched in front of me. His solid erection is nudging my lower back, a constant reminder of his arousal though he seems ready to ignore it. I suspect I’ll struggle to do so.
“Lift your hands, little one, and place them behind my neck. You’ll not object if Will ties your wrists together, will you?”
I’m startled. I’d thought we were beyond all that. “There’s no need to tie me up again. Really, I won’t struggle or anything. I’m happy to be here, doing this…”
“We know, and if you want us to stop, or release your hands, you have but to say it. There’s no force here, this is just for fun. So, we proceed, aye?”
I’m still uncertain of what is to happen, but I trust Robbie and Will so my answer is a simple one. I nod, and echo his word. “Aye.” Then I lift my hands to cross my wrists behind Robbie’s neck.
Will produces a kerchief and ties my hands together with a deft series of knots. Despite my agreement this is all new to me, and I might have still been a little disconcerted but my attention is somewhat distracted by Robbie’s warm hands on my breasts, lifting and kneading my curves. He takes both my nipples between his fingers and thumbs and squeezes, causing me to arch in a mixture of startled pain and sensual vulnerability. When I am bound and stretched out like this, my breasts are his—theirs—to torment or tease as they wish. And Robbie is absolutely right, it is fun. I find my vulnerability extraordinarily arousing, my pussy spasming hard as the pressure increases on my swollen tips.
“Oh, Robbie, I… Oh!” I lay my head back against his chest and relax into it.
“Good girl. Now, we don’t need these any more, do we?�
�� Will moves back to kneel in front of me and removes his shirt too. He is now as naked as Robbie, and every bit as aroused. Both men are generously endowed, and I know a moment of panic at the thought of either of those perfect cocks stretching me. It’s to be Will though, both are agreed on that.
“Be easy, love. This is for your pleasure as much as ours. Maybe more so. If we hurt you, you may tell us and we’ll stop. Or slow down. Do you trust us?” Robbie’s tone is a seductive murmur in my ear. His breath brushes my cheek as he lowers his face to mine. He kisses my temple. I turn my face to his, and he brushes his lips along mine. I open my mouth, and he dips just the tip of his tongue inside, drawing it around the insides of my lips.
I gasp, then jerk involuntarily as Will draws my briefs slowly down. I lift my hips to help him, then offer no resistance as he parts my thighs. I close my eyes and allow my body to respond as it will.
“I like this, sweet Charlie. So smooth, so pretty.” Will draws the backs of his knuckles over my hairless mound, the soft caress almost reverent. He continues on to trail his fingers across my pussy lips, though he doesn’t part them yet. I have no doubt he will though, and soon. Not soon enough for me.
I thrust my hips toward him, the movement unconscious, signifying my need. I’m still self-conscious, but lust is fast dispelling any residual modesty.
“So eager, little one. But there’s no hurry. We have all this fine day to spend here, on you.” Robbie’s words are whispered into my ear as Will at last uses his thumbs to spread the entrance to my pussy wide.
“Oh, God…” My voice is breathy, ragged almost. My whole body is shivering, but not with cold. I just want Will to touch me, really touch me. I want his fingers inside me. I want him to stroke my clit, or squeeze it, or—anything. Everything. Just as long as he does it soon.
He lowers his head and blows on my exposed pussy, his breath cool against my throbbing labia and clit. I arch up, willing him to touch me. His tongue, his fingers, however he likes.
“Please. Please, Will…”
“What do you want, sweetheart? What is it you want Will to do to you?” Robbie murmurs against my hair, his right hand now cupping my chin. He turns my face toward Will. “Look at him, tell him. Tell us. Now, Charlie.”
“I want you to touch me. Lick me. I need it. Please.”
“Where shall I touch you? Here?” He draws his knuckles over my sensitive outer lips, a soft smile on his face. “Or here perhaps.” His fingers are again circling the entrance to my pussy.
I gasp, thrust my hips up again.
“Ah, I see. Here then?” Will eases one fingertip slowly into my cunt, and swirls it around the entrance. “Is this enough?”
I shake my head. “No. Deeper. Please, don’t tease. You know what I want.”
“You want to be fucked. Long, and hard, by both of us. Is that it?”
“Yes! Yes.”
“Soon, little one. But first we’ll have your release. I want to see it. Robbie wants to see it. So, how would you like me to bring you to climax, Charlie?”
“I don’t care. Anything. Just touch me. I need your fingers inside me. Now.”
Will smiles at me again, then finally takes pity. He plunges two fingers deep, withdraws, and drives them inside me again. I let out a satisfied moan, squeezing hard around him.
He curls and angles his fingers, exploring, seeking, until he locates that sweet spot where all my nerve endings seem to meet. There he stops. And he rubs. Hard.
I shriek, unravelling fast. Will doesn’t let up, concentrating on my G-spot, the friction so intense my pussy instantly starts to convulse. My orgasm is sharp, clenching, almost painful in the severity of it. My bound wrists and Robbie’s hands at my breasts hold me still as Will ramps up the pressure to draw a second climax from me hard on the heels of the first. My entire body is throbbing, shaking, spasming as wave after wave of pleasure sweeps through me. I plant my feet on the plaid under me, raising my hips to offer, to beg for more.
And Will supplies. No more teasing, no more holding back. He continues to finger-fuck me, hard and fast, at the same time lowering his head to take my clit between his lips. He sucks on that as I gyrate my hips greedily, grabbing, seeking, demanding release.
I come again, my clit tingling and throbbing as Will takes the swollen nub between his teeth and flicks the tip with his tongue. He twists his hand, his fingers, three of them now, providing the friction I crave against my inner walls. The sensation is sublime, unbelievable. My senses shatter in a fourth breath-taking orgasm.
Will’s fingers are at last still. He slides them from me as my body drapes bonelessly across Robbie’s thighs. Will kneels up, his lips wet from my juices. He flashes me another of his brilliant smiles. “Ah, sweetheart, you do come so beautifully. So sweet. And so fuckable. Are you ready?”
I hold his gaze. And I nod.
“Say it, little one. We need to hear you.” Robbie’s voice is so soft, so seductive. I turn my head toward him.
“Why? Why do I need to say? You know what I want.”
“We do, aye. But oblige us. Please.”
“I want Will to fuck me. Then you. Is that clear enough?”
“Aye, lass. Perfectly clear. Lift your knees up then.”
I obey, and Robbie reaches for my legs, hooking his large hands behind my knees and spreading them wide. My body is open, exposed, totally theirs. I relax against Robbie as Will leans over me.
“This’ll be hard and fast, lass.”
I don’t answer, apart from the small gasp I let out as he drives his cock into my pussy. He fills me, my cunt stretching around his wide erection. I stiffen, bracing for the promised onslaught.
“A moment. Give her time to adjust.” Robbie’s voice again, low and tender. He caresses my breasts, the rhythmic massage softening my tense body. Only when I’m yielding and pliant in his arms does he give Will a curt nod.
Will draws back, almost pulling right out of me, then he drives his cock balls-deep inside me. He does it again. And again.
My lips are parted as I moan my delight, my pussy quivering around his glorious cock.
“She needs it harder, faster.” Robbie’s voice, urging Will on.
“Yes. Please… oh.”
Will shifts up a gear, his hips moving like a piston as he plunges his cock in and out of my welcoming pussy. The friction is intense, quite awesome as my body convulses around him. I know I’m about to come again, but I try to fight it, try to draw out the moment.
Robbie knows, and is having none of it. He reaches for my clit and rubs hard, sending me into another freefall of orgasmic lust. I’m shaking, squeezing, clenching, beyond all coherent thought. Will is inside me, but Robbie is every bit as much in command of my responses as I shudder and arch through my climax, controlled by both of these wonderful men.
Will lets out a savage oath, something purely Celtic in origin I suspect, then grips my hips hard as he buries his cock one last time. He holds still, his erection jerking hard as his balls pump semen up and out into my slick, wet pussy.
So much for twenty-first century notions of safe, responsible sex. Our body fluids are well and truly mixed as Will climaxes into me. It should matter. It does matter, or would, in another age, another time. Here, now, condoms are an anachronistic irrelevance. I dismiss my doubts as the wet heat of Will’s release floods into my pussy and I allow my body to go limp.
Will withdraws and rolls to lie alongside us on the plaid. Robbie eases me over onto the tartan, on my side, facing Will. He eases himself behind me and I find I’m sandwiched between these two men. It’s a truly wondrous place to be, safe and secure, warm and lazy.
Will brushes my lips with his. “Thank you, sweet Charlie. That was quite a ride.”
“Yes,” I breathe, still a little stunned by the intensity of my response.
“Are you all right? No bruises?”
“I, no, I don’t think so…” I’d flex my body a little, make an attempt at checking, but that would be too much
trouble. Instead I wriggle back against the solid warmth of the man at my rear and I smile at the one before me. “You were very gentle. Considering.”
“Gentle? Perhaps, this time.” Will raises his gaze to meet Robbie’s. “Maybe our wee girl needs something a little more demanding. We wouldn’t want her to become complacent, would we?”
“That we wouldn’t. And she does have such a sweet arse.”
“Aye, sweet. And yielding, I suspect. Or maybe she’d need persuading. Is that so, wee Charlie?” Will raises an eyebrow, his grin one of pure lust.
I stare at him, baffled. Surely they don’t mean…
“Oh!” I let out a yelp as Robbie slides his hand between my buttocks to find the tight pucker of my anus. He presses and his intent is obvious. I try to wriggle from between them, but Robbie’s leg across my hips holds me still, at the same time as Will cradles my face between his hands.
“Trust us, little one. We won’t harm you.” His voice is like liquid lust, almost a caress in itself. And I know that what he says is true. I’ll come to no harm here. Even so, I’m scared.
“I’ve never, you know…”
“Aye, we can tell that. But if you’re to fuck both of us, we’ll need to make use of all that your delectable body has to offer. Your quim can receive a cock, so can your mouth. And your arse too.”
“All at once?”
I’m not naive, nor am I some sweet innocent. In my job I see a lot of strange things, and I’m not easy to shock. Somehow these two have managed that anyway and I can’t disguise my reaction. Will is no better able to conceal his amusement. He grins at me, his perfect teeth gleaming. “Aye, lass, eventually. But we’ll work up to that. Will you let Robbie into your arse though? Now? Today?”
