This time it is late, when the two of us come back from the party, our second visit after our session in the cabin.
We walk hand in hand, stopping to kiss before we start crossing the yard. Her mouth tastes like lubricant and cum. Mine, this time. I feel myself stir again, despite the two previous orgasms. I am hungry to take her, or to reclaim her, to be more precise. The cabin feels very warm after the cool night air as we enter, and the bag I carried makes a noise as I drop it. We barely touched its contents, but prepared is the best way to be.
She sits down on the armchair, the same one I occupied hours earlier, and pulls off her heeled boots with a groan of relief. I reach down and undo the laces of my own boots, fumbling with the knots for a while before managing to pull them loose. Undressing feels relieving, taking off the leather vest and unbuckling the kilt, letting both fall to the floor. Standing in front of the mirror, naked, I examine myself. There are welts on my thighs where her nails sank into my skin as I held her down, and my cock is still swollen, balls tight at the base of my cock. I feel myself stirring again as my mind wanders to and fro in the past few hours.
I walk to her, lounging in the armchair, and stop very close in front of her. She's leaning her head back, her eyes half closed as she looks up at me. Her makeup is a fuzzy mess, her dark eyeshadow smudged mess and most of her red lipstick rubbed off while sucking cock. We don't talk as our eyes meet, but I feel my cock stirring to full hardness. Her lips part as her breathing quickens in anticipation. I kneel in front of her and grab her legs, grasping them under her knees and parting them. Gently but firmly, I open her up for me. She isn't wearing panties, and her trimmed pubic hair glistens with lube and cum. Not mine, this time.
I take my time, savoring the sight of her, her legs parted and her used cunt ready for my cock. Her labia and clit are swollen and a deeper red than usual, and her opening is still parted from the two cocks that have thoroughly plowed her open this night. Mine and another's. She clenches her muscles and a small, grey drop of cum slowly oozes out of her pussy and trickles down over her anus. I watch, gently stroking myself, as she slowly unzips her dress, exposing herself for me, knowing I love the sight of her used body. She pulls her dress open, baring her breasts, dotted with bruises and bitemarks, still showing the welts of abrasion of the tightness of the rope around them earlier this night. Her nipples are hard, deep red at the points, her areolas wide around them, a paler shade. The skin of her breasts is a sore red, an uneven spattering of marks across and atop the other bruises.
