On our second night at Gary's cabin, my husband and he had planned a "special night" for me after dinner. Only the light of the fireplace guided me through the house after finishing off the dishes with Gary's girlfriend, Denise. She would not be joining us again, because she was not yet comfortable with Gary's lifestyle. When I found my way to the greatroom, I stood and watched the flames in the fireplace dance, as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, unzipped my skirt and let them both fall to the floor. I ran my hands down my body, feeling the roundness of my breasts, pinching the hardness of my nipples through my bra. I continued down the curves of my sides, around my stomach, taking hold of the waistband of my thong, pulling it gently from my smooth legs. I let my fingers feel the softness of my inner thighs, all the while breathing deeply, inhaling the smell of the sweet smoke of the burning wood.
Staring into the flames, almost hypnotized by the dancing light, I took off my bra and stood completely naked in the glow. I turned toward the couch, where a lean, muscular dark-haired man lay quietly resting, his naked body covered from the waist down by a handmade quilt. I watched the light flicker on his face. How peaceful he looked, and many long hours of hard work lined his face. The firelight made his body hair shine and glisten softly. I wanted to feel his body on top of mine, his hardness inside of me. I walked toward him, kneeling down in front of him. Gently I pulled the quilt off him, looking at his body, staring at his manhood, and wanting him. Trying not to disturb him, I lightly kissed his lips, his eyes, and his whole face. Barely touching his skin, I traced the outline of his features with my hands, down his shoulders, across his body, down his chest, his stomach, around his penis without touching it, down his legs, around his feet, then back up again.
But now I used my mouth to explore him, though, never kissing him, never letting my tongue touch him, just letting my hot breath be felt on his wonderful body. Up his arms, down his sides, and across his chest; I moved more slowly around his cock, inhaling the scent of his balls, all the while watching him start to react to my attention. I moved up along his body again, placing light, very soft kisses, paying special attention to those soft sensitive spots, especially his neck, behind his ears and his nipples. Gently kissing his belly, I began to rub the inside of his thigh, barely touching, but just enough to make him aware. I hovered over him, never stopping my touching. He let out a low moan and shifted, enjoying what I was doing to him. His eyes were glistening with lust as I jiggled my two 36DD breasts. I ran my fingers through my long, curly hair, down my neck and across my shoulders, and onto my breasts.
My small, delicate fingers gently explored my fleshy mounds, caressing the pink nipples into erect buds. Scott slowly took his rough hands an, pushed my breasts together, squeezing them and rubbing them. Two fingers came together around a hard nipple, bringing a cry of pleasure from my lips. One hand now slid down my tight stomach to the top of my pubes. His index finger traced across my wet slit, drawing a sigh of pleasure and anticipation. A hand now moved around my crotch, right where the thigh meets the pussy. His hand rubbed my pussy, soaking his fingers with the sweet juices that are flowing out. The other hand moves down from my breasts, pulling my thighs wider apart. One hand reaches down and spreads open the pink, swollen labia, revealing the inner folds of my hot, dripping pussy. Two fingers of this hand slid inside, caressing the deepest parts of my pussy, and coming out covered with woman-cum.
Scott spread this over my erect clit, slowly at first but with increasing intensity. Next, his hands spread my pussy open as wide as it will go. Two fingers pinch and rub my clit, while two others are shoved deep inside, rocking violently in and out. Suddenly, moans escaped my lips, as I built towards a climax. Finally a stream of cum shot out and soaked his hands with my pussy juice. Then one hand slid a soaked finger into my asshole, filling it and sliding in and out. The other furiously worked my clit, causing me to tremor violently. A second orgasm produced a wave of pussy cum which shot out, soaking the cushion underneath my ass. His two hands, dripping with cum, worked up to my two heaving breasts and started over again. My breasts are large, a nice handful, and were accentuated by my arched back. They proved extremely sensitive and seem to have a direct nerve link with my clit. I found the fondling exquisite; it brought my breasts alive with massaging, cupping, tracing lines over my silky skin, and lightly drawing little circles around my nipples.
Suddenly our host took both erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began to squeeze and roll them, distending them from my body. This sent a jolt rolling over my body, and I was suddenly aflame with desire. Scott and Gary began to suckle both of my breasts at once. Drawing my nipples into their mouths and holding them between the tongue and the soft palette. The sensation of both breasts being suckled at once sent a huge shudder through my body and waves of incredible sexual feelings washed over me. I writhed against their strong bodies and curled my hips, as the suckling continued, bringing my first orgasm. As I moaned and thrust, I thought about how open and exposed I was, the fire in my loins, and the deep feeling of receptiveness feeding my insane desires. They have restrained me to the couch, opened me, and now I would relish the ravishment. I was vulnerable, totally unable to resist any sexual advances or control my sexual adventure. The feeling of vulnerability enflamed me all the more, the touching, stimulation and orgasm wet my appetite.
I became very wet thinking of being fucked by our friend; the idea seemed to have found a home deep in my loins. I have a vague but compelling interest; pure animal desire. I never gave a thought to the marvelous satisfaction of feeling a man firmly holding me and filling me with his cum; my lover is safe. It occurred to me that I felt very receptive, and based on my cycle, I am probably in heat. But my husband and our friend had restrained me, and I was not responsible; I simply moaned and surrendered to them. My lips were fully swollen, a deep red, and then my vagina opened in desire. Like my sexual need, my milky lubrication oozed from my pussy. My swollen labia framed my slit, parted from the clit to the open mouth of my vagina, I moaned with desire. I was dying for a finger, a tongue, a dildo, a cock, something to fill my needs; I simply moaned "Please!"
At that moment, the presence of a third male became known to me, as he stepped between my open legs. I was quite startled, as I had not imagined sex with anyone but my husband and our friend. My mind reeled, when I saw that he was huge, and so was his throbbing hard-on, and I was helpless and so displayed to this man. New, unknown, and unexpected, he approached me with a look of unbridled lust. I knew he was there to give me the fucking of my life; my fantasy was now very real. It appeared to be Gary's friend, Bill. I could smell his potent sexuality, and I knew that he could smell my sex, yet somehow my body was drawn to being fucked, and I simply needed to be fucked. The sexual tension and the craving had me insane with desire, but I was torn and confused about this new guy. Wavering between intense desires and "what ifs", my pussy had naturally opened as my body craved entry, but I feared I was not prepared for his size. Oddly, I was less concerned about his cumming inside me. My breathing quickened, as I saw him lower his huge cock toward me, it was dripping with desire, and he obviously intended to ride me bareback.
As his fingers began to explore my pussy, I knew I must decide. I freely gave myself and my sex to them, and they made a choice to give me to Him, open, helpless and in heat. My need was great; my body trembled with desire, as I looked at the three lustful men and surrendered again. Bill's monster throbbed and oozed pre-cum; behind it his huge balls hung low and promised volumes of cum. He took his heavy manhood and bobbed it up and down, lightly smacking my open hole, sending more shock waves over me. A string of pre-cum extended from the tip of his cock to my swollen labia, and we are connected in our passion. He placed himself at my oozing opening, and my engorged lips were pushed to the side as he gained position. I felt his throbbing against my pussy, and I sensed his virility, his pre-cum was already mixed with my nectar. His girth felt glorious and his throbbing was just what I desired. His masculine scent was intoxicating! He was so audacious and they so cavalier, any reservations were soon lost in the passion of the moment.
