by Ladd,Ashley
“Look at her eyes,” he said, stroking his cock a little harder. “You bet it would turn her on. Why, sweetheart, if I’d known that, we could have been doing a lot more things in our threesomes all this time.”
“I think Jim needs to be the man on the bottom,” Duncan said. “He already got his rocks off today while the two of us just got to watch.”
“Fine by me,” Jim said. “Who’s got the lube?”
Holly knew by the condition of their penises both Michael and Duncan were already fully aroused. They wouldn’t take much preparation. She watched avidly as Duncan fetched a large tube of gel from the cabin while Jim slouched down in the chair, throwing his legs over the arms to expose his anus.
Duncan took one of the extra canvas pads and placed it on the deck to kneel on. Then, squeezing a large dollop of gel on his finger, he inserted it into Jim’s ass, stroking back and forth as he did so, wiggling his finger. He did this twice more and Holly watched Jim’s brown eyes darken almost to the colour of coffee. A muscle jumped in his cheek. She gripped her mug and forced herself to take a calming sip of the cooling liquid.
Duncan liberally slathered his cock and passed the tube over his shoulder to Michael. Taking his shaft in his hand, he pressed it against Jim’s asshole and slowly pushed it inside. Jim’s sudden intake of breath was the only signal that something had invaded his body.
Then Michael repeated the process with his dick and Duncan’s ass, balancing himself on the cheeks of his buttocks and pushing himself inside with one strong stroke. Duncan groaned and tightened his grip on the arms of the chair.
Every pulse in Holly’s body throbbed, harder and harder. No matter how tightly she squeezed her legs desire thrummed through her, threatening to consume her body. The sight of the three men was the most erotic she had ever seen.
Slowly they began to move as one unit, cocks moving in and out as if the bodies were all fused together. It was like a choreographed ballet, each man performing his role perfectly. Their groans mingled as the passion grew. Duncan’s hips increasing their speed, and Michael’s keeping right up with him.
Holly saw muscles tighten, heard their cries increase in intensity. She was afraid to touch herself for fear of her own reaction so she just gripped her mug and crossed her legs. But when the men erupted, their orgasms loud and violent, her own body reacted by itself, a climax rolling through her like an immutable wave. Everything contracted—her vagina, her womb, the muscles low in her abdomen. She rubbed herself back and forth across the rough canvas of the chair mat as if she was actually fucking someone, unable to control her response.
When the men had pulled out and collapsed on the deck, Michael happened to glance over at her and a wide grin split his face.
“I think that’s a first, sweetheart.” The words were uneven as he still fought to control his breathing. “If I’d known you could get off without touching yourself just buy watching, I’d have done this a long time ago.”
All the men were smiling at her now as they sprawled in the aftermath of sex. She didn’t know what to say. Her thighs were soaked and she knew the chair mat beneath her was, also.
“I think it gives us some ideas for the rest of the week,” Jim pointed out. “But first, I know I’m not the only one who needs a shower right now.”
Michael came over to the lounger, set her mug aside and helped her up. “I think we can take that shower together, don’t you?”
The shower took much longer than usual because the men couldn’t keep their hands off each other or Holly. Michael removed the butt plug from her and Duncan provided a light anal douche to rinse out the oil. Then each man took his turn to clean up the after effects of their combined orgasms.
Holly was soaped, rinsed, rubbed, her rectum and her cunt thoroughly examined and washed as they prepared her for the rest of the day and the evening. Halfway through the process they were all so consumed with a need for her that they insisted on a break in the bathing process.
Duncan sat on the bench in the corner holding her on his lap and draped her legs over his thighs. His hands reached around and opened her cunt as wide as possible, leaning back to give the other two the best possible access. Jim, who had not looked his fill earlier, sat on the floor of the shower, leaned forward and began lapping her and shoving his tongue into her tight canal.
Michael stood just to the side and turned her head enough to slip his cock past her lips. While Duncan stimulated her clit and Jim fucked her with his tongue, Michael slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Despite his very recent climax, he was already hard and swollen. Holly knew he had incredible stamina and could go more times in a short period than any man she’d ever met.
And despite her own climax before, she felt the heat spiking through her again, reaching out to every inch of her body. She lifted her hand to curve her fingers around Michael’s penis. The faster Jim moved his tongue, the harder she sucked. Fire raced through her igniting every nerve and setting every muscle to convulsing.
When her orgasm hit, she tightened her grip on Michael and screamed her climax around him as thick jets of cum spurted into her mouth. Duncan manipulated her clit, prolonging her release, as Jim drank and drank from her.
At last, she was left draped across Duncan, thoroughly exhausted.
Michael leaned down and kissed her, a gentle, affectionate kiss. “I think the baby needs a nap,” he said in a very soft voice. “Play time’s over for now, gentlemen.”
Chapter Four
For the rest of the day, they might have been any four friends off on a holiday at a cottage in Scotland. They drove into Dunvegan for lunch, and Duncan gave them a tour of the village. Holly, who loved architecture, adored the mixture of traditional stone houses with the modern.
“It’s yesterday and today all mixed together,” she commented, staring out the window, eyes alight with interest.
When they passed Dunvegan Castle, she made him stop at the roadside so she could take pictures.
“This place is home to the Clan Macleod,” he explained. “They’ve occupied the castle continuously since the thirteenth century.”
“I wish we could get inside,” she told him wistfully.
“Maybe on another trip, when they’re having a public function.”
They ate a late lunch at a local pub, dawdling over their food and drinks, the men telling one bawdy joke after another. By the time they returned to the cabin, they were all pleasantly mellow, the edge of the morning’s activities gone but anticipation for the evening ahead gripping them.
The weather was pleasant, the blowing breeze fairly mild, and the scent of the water crisp in the air. Duncan served drinks and snacks out on the deck, the party mood of the afternoon continuing. But when the last of the day’s light had faded, they moved indoors and the eager expectation of what lay ahead was thick in the air.
In their own rooms, everyone shed their clothes and showered. Holly sprayed perfume Michael had given her liberally on her body and brushed her hair until it shone.
“You look beautiful.” Michael kissed her on the tip of her nose, then took her mouth in a deep kiss.
Holly was startled at first by the unexpected possessiveness. This wasn’t like Michael at all. They were a couple. It was understood. And no matter what activities they engaged in, everyone knew that he was her Master. So what was going on? When he finally drew back she raised her eyebrows.
“Michael?”
He gave her ass a gentle slap. “This week’s going to be hot and heavy. Four instead of three, for example. I ‘m just making sure you know who you belong to. “
“I wear your collar, don’t I?” She was puzzled by his attitude.
“Yes, but—”
“Ready in there?” Duncan called, interrupting whatever he was going to say.
“All set,” Michael called, then put his mouth close to Holly’s ear. “Just remember. Mine.”
When they entered the great room, Jim and Duncan were lounging on the couch, naked, their
hands nonchalantly rubbing their cocks. Their eyes were dark with sexual expectation and the heads of their cocks already purple and swollen. Holly felt the heat they radiated reach out and envelop her.
Music played again, this time a combination of something soft yet with a steady beat, and candles burned on every surface of the room. Duncan had stoked up the fire so the room was toasty warm, and the fragrant scent of the burning wood blended in the air with the vanilla and jasmine of the candles.
A tray of drinks stood ready on the bar. Michael took one for himself and handed one to Holly.
“To a great week,” Duncan toasted.
They all raised their glasses and drank.
Duncan rose and came to where Holly was standing, a large square of silk in his hand. “Holly, my love, we thought it might enhance the experience for you if you were blindfolded. Makes it more arousing,”
She and Michael had used the blindfold many times, so she just nodded her head and stood quietly while he folded the silk and tied it firmly around her head.
Someone’s hands pulled at her nipples until she felt them harden and distend. A tiny pinch made her gasp.
“Nipple clamps.” Jim’s voice. “My contribution to the assortment of toys for the week. They look gorgeous on you, sweet cheeks. You have nipples made for sucking and tormenting.”
Thin shards of pain shot through her breasts, like tiny icicles. But then lips pressed each pebbled bud in turn and the pain was subdued by the pleasure. Her body began to ready itself for whatever was to come.
Someone took her wrists, wrapped leather, fleece-lined cuffs around them and tied them together. An exciting feeling of helplessness overwhelmed her. She’d learned long ago she loved being at the mercy of her Master and whoever he chose to include. It was a big part of the trust she gave to Michael, and he never abused it.
Hands rested on her shoulders and a hard mouth came down on hers, a tongue rubbing across her lips. She opened at once, admitting the tongue, and it brushed against hers in an intimate kiss. The kiss was neither voracious nor demanding, just heavily seductive, and it seemed to go on forever. When it ended, her head was spinning slightly but before she could recover, another pair of lips took their place.
It was hard deciding which mouth belonged to whom. Even Michael, whose taste and touch were so familiar, was lost in then merry-go-round of one set of lips after another. When one kiss ended another took its place, until her lips were puffy and swollen from the attention paid to them.
She was still reeling from the most recent assault on her mouth when she heard a voice—Jim?—saying, “I wonder if you all noticed when the three of us were getting it off this morning that our little sweet cheeks here treated herself to her own orgasm without permission. I think that calls for a little punishment, don’t you?”
“Oh, Holly.” Michael’s voice, edged with authority laced with a little humour. “You know that’s a no-no. I guess we’ll have to teach you a lesson.” He chuckled. “All three of us.”
Before she knew what was happening she was lifted and carried and found herself face down on what she knew was the padded spanking bench. Her breasts hung through the opening provided for them, the clamps pulling on her distended nipples almost painfully. Her arms stretched out in front of her, the locked wrists resting at the end of the bench. Hands separated her legs and placed them on flat extensions, locking manacles in place around her ankles.
Michael’s head leaned close to hers. She knew it was him by his special musky scent. “I think we won’t tell you who takes which turn, sweetheart. That will heighten the anticipation.”
He’d barely finished speaking when the first slap hit her buttocks. Not hard, but enough to sting. A pause and then another slap. Then they came in rapid succession, some harder than others, with no defined rhythm. She felt the heat from her ass spreading to her thighs and straight to her cunt, where her juices were already gathering. She tried to wriggle but she was held firmly in place.
The next slap landed on the lips of her pussy and she jerked, as much from pleasure as pain, and now excitement coursed through her like hot liquid. Another slap. Then she felt something soft trailing across the backs of her thighs.
A flogger!
Only Michael had ever used it on her before.
She turned her head, trying to sense where he was.
“Michael?”
He was beside her in an instant, his lips trailing along her cheek and jaw line, his hand smoothing her hair.
“Shh, it’s all right, honey. You know how hot it gets you.”
As he was talking to her in soft, gentle tones the first lash struck the backs of her thighs. Not hard, just enough to enhance the pleasurable pain. Then it struck again, the pace increasing but not the strength behind it.
She lost count of how many times the suede straps caressed her skin, hitting her ass, her thighs, her cunt. And all the while she knew her juices were running copiously from her vaginal hole, soaking the table beneath her and wetting her thighs.
Suddenly it all stopped and fingers slid into her cunt.
“Soaked, she is.” Duncan, his voice unmistakable. “I think she’s had her punishment.”
“Let’s get her on the bed, then,” Jim said. “I’m hard as hell, here. I can’t wait to play.”
Holly felt herself lifted and carried again. They placed her on the bed on her hands and knees. Fingers separated the cheeks of her ass and the oil Duncan had used that morning was rubbed into her rectum. Her buttocks and thighs were already hot from the spanking and flogging. The addition of the special oil sent her body into overdrive, her womb clenching, the walls of her vagina fluttering.
But it was nothing compared to the feeling when fingers rubbed the oil into her pussy and her clit. She was afraid she would come right then and there, with no added stimulation and worse, without permission. She bit her bottom lip to force some kind of control over her body.
“Remember that double dildo we had such a good time with at your place, lass?” Duncan asked, very close to her.
Holly nodded, her teeth sinking deeper into her lip, her body quivering with expectation. She could visualise the toy now, long and thick with a copy of the head of a penis at each end. The one they’d used when Duncan had visited was also a vibrator. He and Michael had enjoyed teasing her with it every night.
“She remembers.” Michael said, his voice low. “Let’s show Jim how good it works.”
“If it works too good,” Jim said, “I might find myself in major agony just watching.”
“We can fix that easily enough.”
The words created images in Holly’s mind, memories of the morning’s activities, and more bolts of pleasure shot through every part of her body. Her pussy was begging for something to fill it. Her ass, too.
She held herself patiently, and in seconds, one end of the dildo pressed into her cunt, its entry made easy with all the cream collecting there, not to mention Duncan’s oil. When it was fully seated, the other end pressed through the sphincter muscle of her anus and slid inside her hot rectum almost as easily.
Someone showered tiny kisses on her buttocks, then the switch for the vibrator was flipped on and the dildo began to fuck her in both holes. Lightning swords of pleasure shafted through her, setting every nerve afire and making her entire body quiver. She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, the tight coil of need low in her belly unwinding and spreading through her womb and into her breasts. Her nipples, securely clamped, ached for someone’s mouth on them.
The bed next to her dipped, and she felt the brush of bodies, just the briefest kiss of skin.
“We’re going to fuck right next to you, Holly.” A whisper. Whose voice? She could hardly think, let alone decipher identities.
Male groans echoed in her ears, and one hand reached beneath her to abrade her demanding clitoris.
“Don’t come,” the voice whispered again. “Not until we tell you to.”
As the bed began to shift, Hol
ly could imagine the two male figures next to her, faceless in her mind, one’s cock impaled in the other’s ass, beginning the familiar movements. Was the man on the bottom face down? Face up with his legs thrown wide? Was his entire asshole exposed the way hers was?
Duncan was right. Not being able to see anything only enhanced the eroticism and its effect on her. She clamped down on her lips again as carnal images teased at her and the dual vibrator hummed away.
The movements next to her increased in speed, and the moans increased in volume.
Where’s the third man? Is he just watching or is he jacking off? Oh, God, I wish I could see them. No, no, it’s better this way.
Then her brain shut off as all her energy was focused on containing her orgasm.
“Please,” she cried.
“Please what?” Another whisper.
“Please let me come. I have to come.”
“Not yet.”
She could feel a fine sheen of perspiration covering as her body strained with the effort at control. Someone turned off the vibrator and there was jerky movement next to her followed by a lusty cry.
Well, someone got to come, damn it.
“Holly?” They were still whispering, unwilling to let her identify who was doing what.
“Yes?” She was moving mentally into subspace, that place where she could exist almost indefinitely and control the reaction of her body to a degree.
“Would you like to be fucked now, sweetness?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, do it.” She began to rock back and forth again.
“We couldn’t decide who should go first, so we’re all going to.”
“But…” What about the man who just came?
As if deciphering her mind, the voice whispered, “He can go again. Just let us guide you.”
Hands lifted her as a body slid beneath her and her arms were tugged forward, hands looped over someone’s head. Her hips were lifted as fingers caressed her cunt, scooping at her cream and massaging it into the tissues. Then, with great care, a thick penis was guided into her tight channel. The man beneath her moaned in pleasure, then captured her mouth in a hungry kiss.
