When she woke up, the room was filled with a gray light and the air was cold. Even under the heavy covers, she felt chilled. She looked out the window and saw that the snow was falling as heavily as it had been the previous day. A smile came to her lips. It looked like she would be snowbound with the men for another day.
Wasn't that shame?
Turning to share the good news with Perry, she found that he was gone. No wonder she felt cold. Her hot bedfellow had left.
She went to the bathroom, used, the toilet, then tried to make herself presentable. Since it was too cold to take a shower, she washed up at the basin, taking extra time to clean her cunt. If one of the men wanted to lick her pussy, she wanted to be ready for it.
After her brief bath, she got a quilt from the bed and wrapped it around her. Then she went hunting for her three sexy lovers. Her pussy got wet just thinking about them, and of Perry's idea. She licked her lips, imagining getting fucked in her cunt and asshole at the same time. It would have to be heavenly. She was sure of it.
Once she was in the hallway, she followed the smell of coffee and bacon to the kitchen. The three men were there, sitting around the table, obviously having already eaten. And, she noted with embarrassment, they were dressed.
"Hi," Perry greeted. "Come sit down next to me. Hungry? We've been keeping yours warm."
"Uh, yes," she replied, feeling self-conscious. "Why didn't anyone wake me?"
"You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't think you were ready to get up," Perry explained. "I like your outfit. Is it new?"
"I like her better without it," Alan kidded. "Come sit down, honey. If we were gonna bite you, we would've done it already."
"Yeah, but what we did do with her so far was great," Lloyd added.
He was getting eggs and bacon for her, while Alan poured her some coffee.
"The way you talk, I might not get to eat before you drag me off to bed," she started softly more than a hint of encouragement in her voice.
"Bed?" asked Alan. "Who the hell said anything about a bed? We're gonna give you a surprise, babe. So come eat. The snow won't last forever."
As she sat at the table, the quilt slipped down to her waist, leaving her tits exposed. But she didn't care, not now. She was getting horny again, listening to the cousins' suggestive banter. Maybe a good view of her pert tits would get the action started sooner.
"A surprise?" she wondered, "It can't have anything to do with fucking. You studs have already broken in every hole I've got."
"We have this parlor," Lloyd revealed, looking into her eyes. "With a fireplace. It's sort of rustic, you know? There's even a fake fur rug in front of it. Big. Plenty of room for, oh, four people."
She stared at him, fascinated. "You mean, we're going to fuck on it?"
"Not just fuck," Perry said, and she turned her attention to him. "Haven't you ever heard of parlor games?"
"But sexy ones," Alan added, and she looked at him. "Fun games, to make the fucking more fun."
"Oh," she mused, beginning to understand. "You're gonna teach me some more things about making a man get hot."
"Sort of," Perry agreed huskily. "Although, just seeing you like that has my cock straining to get in you."
Her gaze swept from one to the other of the three cousins. Each man was gazing at her ripe tits, as if hungry to taste them. She couldn't help reaching to feel Perry's huge prick to find out how horny he was.
"You are ready," she murmured. "God, is it stiff! Why don't you three go set things up so we can start once I eat. That is, if all of you are ready far a fuck."
"Let's just say that you'd better hurry, or you won't get to finish," Alan replied. "We'll be back for you soon, baby. And then the action will really get going."
The three men went out as she began to eat. Her pussy was dripping, getting the quilt damp under her.
She was sipping the last of her coffee when Alan came back. His eyes wandered over her, especially taking in her tits.
"We're all set," he said with a grin. "Better bring the quilt along. I don't know if our rug can take as much pussy juice as you give out."
"Can I help it if you guys turn me on?" she huffed in mock anger. "Honestly. You can't fuck me and then complain because I like it."
He took her in his arms as she got close, sliding a hand between her legs.
"What I meant was, we're gonna make your cunt gush, honey," he chuckled. "Seems like we've already got it going. But you just wait. It's gonna be wetter than that. And soon."
Stretching up to kiss him, she rubbed herself against his strong body. The roughness of his shirt aggravated her nipples, making them very hard and stiff.
Holding her to his side, he led her to the parlor. As had been promised, there was a roaring fire in the fireplace, and a thick rug in front of it. With the windows on either side giving a good view of the falling snow, the room appeared to be a haven from the storm. As well as a sexy place to fuck Lloyd and Perry stood beside the rug, still dressed. Alan took the quilt from her and spread it over the rug, making a bed for them that looked soft and inviting. Then he stood next to his cousins and smiled, waving grandly toward the quilt.
"We'd like to see you frig yourself, honey," Alan told her. "Right here. Just like you were doing last night when Perry walked in on you."
Her face grew hot as she fidgeted from one foot to the other. The men were staring at her, taking in her exposed tits and cunt with relish.
"Uh, I don't know about this," she muttered. "I mean, you're all still dressed. I feel like I'm on display."
"You are," agreed Lloyd. "A man likes to see a girl naked. Even more, he likes to watch her play with herself. So lie down, babe, and finger your pussy for me."
As she timidly went to the quilt and lay down, the men sat on the floor where they could see her cuntlips. They watched her intently as she spread her legs, their eyes glowing with interest.
"This wasn't what I had in mind," she complained. "You've got three hard cocks, and you made it sound like I would get fucked with them."
"You'll get plenty of cock," Perry said. "As soon as you bring yourself off with your fingers."
"You want me to cum," she gasped in embarrassment. "In front of you? I couldn't!"
"Babe, you've already proved to us that you can take our cocks and still more," Lloyd reminded her. "So just try it, okay? Have pity on our balls."
"Oh, all right," she sighed. "But I don't know if I can get off with you guys staring at me like that. And still dressed. Damn, you're making me feel strange."
"Frig, babe," Alan encouraged gently. "Play with your pussy. Show us just how hot a bitch you are."
Trying to forget that the men were gazing at her, she finally put her fingers on her cunt. She looked up at the ceiling and began to stroke her moist pussy the way they wanted. Her own fingers didn't feel as good as a cock or a tongue would have, but they could make her tingle. And she knew better than anyone the right spots to hit, the right way to move her fingers, and when to stimulate her clit.
Moaning softly, she splayed her legs farther apart, so she had plenty of room to work her hands around. Her juice was making everything slick, her fingers sliding over her heated pussy with no trouble. That was when it was the best, when she was wet. Sometimes she would have to start out using lotion, until she got herself aroused enough to drip. But today she had everything she needed to make her cunt drool.
The cousins stayed quiet while she fingered her slit, so quiet that she idly wondered if they had gone off somewhere. Of course, she knew they hadn't. Her creamy cunt would keep them riveted until they were ready to fuck her. She teased her clit even more as she got hotter. Inches of cock were just waiting to get in her. Hard, throbbing pricks that could make her scream out in rapture. She wanted those pricks, all three of them. In her mouth. In her pussy. Up her shitter. Ramming her. Pleasing her. Making her cum.
Her asscheeks bounced on the quilt, her orgasm bursting inside her. But it had come too soon, was hardly enough to satisfy her.
"Uuuhhnnn!" she whimpered in frustration. "One of you come fuck me! Somebody, please, fuck me!"
"Try again, babe," Perry encouraged. "Do it real good. Then you'll get our cocks."
"No!" she cried. "I need cock! I can't frig myself as good as you can fuck me!"
"Of course not," Lloyd replied. "But watching you do it is one hell of a treat. Cum one more time, honey. You can do it. Just once more."
Working her fingers desperately in her slimy cunt, she flailed her head. Rubbing her clit didn't make her get off the way she wanted.
"Ooooh!" she wailed. "I don't want to wait! Fuck me!"
But the men didn't answer, not one of them. She could feel them gazing at her writhing body, staring at her massaging fingers. They were waiting for her to bring herself off more powerfully, to give them something to see and enjoy, before giving in to her wishes.
The only problem was that she needed more than her fingers on her cuntlips to get her raging hot. She needed an extra something, an added element. As she rubbed her pussy and tormented her clit, she began to realize what she had to have. Something up her asshole.
Asking the cousins to help would be useless. They wanted her to put on a show for them, without their being directly involved. That meant that she would have to do it for herself. No matter how depraved it might look to the men.
She reached around and found her tiny asshole. It was moist with her flowing juices, and barely resisted when she poked her finger into it. She gasped as her finger stretched her ass ring, shivering at feeling the inside of her asshole for the first time.
"Yeah, babe," Lloyd mumbled. "Do it. Frig your sweet ass."
Not knowing that the men would enjoy seeing her finger her ass while she frigged her cunt, Cynthia again let her instincts take over. While she massaged and pulled at her clit, she fucked her shitter with her finger. Since her finger was smaller than the men's, there was no real discomfort as she stoked it in and out.
Arching her back, she licked her lips. One finger felt good; two would be wonderful. Carefully, she pushed a second finger into her asshole, groaning as that fantastic stretching stung her. She pinched her clit as she prodded her asshole, squirming on the quilt in lustful need. It wouldn't be long before she once more succumbed to orgasmic delight. Only this time, she was really going to cum.
Stroking her steamy cuntlips, finger-fucking her shitter, the girl writhed excitedly on the quilt. Her tits jiggled with each move she made, the nipples stiff and dark pink. The slime dripped from her winking pussyhole, its musky odor potent and heady. She was on fire, sizzling under her own fingers, and she was enthralled by what she was doing to herself.
"Eeeaaahh!" she shrieked at last.
Working her fingers frantically on her clit and shitter, the girl drew all the pleasure she could from her climax. She was determined to let the men see her cum wildly, so that they wouldn't again refuse to fuck her. Her pussy needed a hard cock, and so did her whole. Maybe this time she had cum well enough to satisfy them, so they would fuck her.
Someone shoved her hand away from her pussy and pulled her fingers from her asshole. Crying out, she started to struggle, until she felt a tongue probing into her wet slit. Quivering, she clutched at the man's head, not bothering to see which cousin it was. His tongue was keeping her orgasm from fading too fast, allowing her to slowly return to a calmer state of mind. Once she had had her fill of his tongue, she pushed him away. It was Perry, she discovered, his face shiny with her cream.
"Fuck me," she murmured, looking into his dark eyes. "No. Better yet, two of you fuck me. You in my pussy, and Alan or Lloyd in my ass. How does that sound, lover?"
"Like somebody's gonna get left out," Alan said. "Unless your mouth needs a cock. Does it?"
She nodded, then watched for their cocks to appear. One by one, they stepped out of their briefs. Perry's cock looked like a log, waving at her as though issuing a threat. She licked her lips, anxious to get things started.
"Hurry up and get down here, guys," she pleaded. "I'm getting cold."
"As hot as you are, honey, you couldn't be too cold," Perry argued. "Move over and let me lie down."
She smiled as she made room for him, ready to feel that huge prick slicing into her. When she got through with him, his cock wouldn't be able to stand so boldly.
"Come on and ride my cock," Perry urged huskily. "Sit down easy, babe. Don't want you scaring yourself like you did before."
"I won't," she moaned. "Not since I know how good it'll be once the fucking starts."
He helped her settle herself over his cockmeat, and then his giant knob made contact with her pussyhole. Despite her wanton comment, she took the prick in slowly, savoring the feel of it filling her up. She kept her cuntal muscles relaxed. And then she took in the final inch of his shaft, startling herself anew.
"Ohh!" she gasped, shuddering. "I should expect that packed-to-the-throat feeling by now, but it still shocks me."
"Bend down," Lloyd said from behind her. "I've gotta get my cock up your ass."
Moaning, she leaned over Perry and began kissing him. When she tasted her pussy juice on his mouth, she moaned again. She was more than ready to fuck with the three handsome men, and couldn't wait for things to get going.
A finger stabbed into her asshole and was quickly joined by a second. She squealed as Lloyd tugged and pulled at her ass ring.
Then Lloyd's cockhead was at her shitter, taking the place of his fingers. The girl shrieked as the fat knob bored past her ass ring and beyond. Grunting, the redhead pushed and kept pushing, making her wail at his impatience.
"Dammit, take it easy on her," Perry snapped. "You'll make her lose interest."
"No, he won't," she argued between gasps. "I'm okay. Really."
Perry frowned as he gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, but he didn't say anything else. Then Lloyd stopped ramming at her asshole, and began caressing her asscheeks.
"I'm in," he muttered. "Ready to fuck, babe?"
"As soon as Alan gives me his cock to suck," she replied. "That'll make things perfect."
The moment she reached for Alan's bulging cock and wrapped her lips around it, Lloyd began to fuck her asshole. Sawing back and forth, he soon made her warm to the stinging reaming. Her ass swung left to right, her cuntal and anal muscles grabbing and puffing at the two cocks inside her. Not wanting to leave Alan out of the fun, she mouthed and sucked his prick in time to Lloyd's powerful thrusts. Beneath her, Perry lay still, letting her squirming body fuck his monster prick.
Cynthia was thrilled with the way the cousins were using her. Well, not actually using her, she decided. No more than she was using them, taking what she wanted from their bodies. Yet she felt possessed by them, a captive to their desires, and the thought turned her on that much more.
Her cunt was hot. Sizzling. She couldn't keep from twisting, dancing between the three rampant pricks. The men were touching her, feeling her fevered flesh, making noises that told her they were pleased by her body, happy to be fucking her.
She was pleased, too. Their pricks were stimulating her; their hands were exploring her. The taste and feel of so much cockmeat had her head spinning. More than that, it had her cunt drooling.
Without being ready for it, she began to come. Twisting and lurching, she forced Perry's huge prick to punish her cunt and Lloyd's cock to batter her asshole. She took Alan's cockmeat down her throat with every stroke.
Her cries of fulfillment were garbled, their intensity deflected by the cock she so urgently sucked. Yet the men knew what was happening to her, and tried to make the experience the best she could imagine. Together, the cousins held her captive, doling out so much enticement and excitement as she could handle.
As her orgasm waned, Perry kept working on her tits. Her nipples peeked out between his fingers while he massaged them harshly.
"More, babe," he mumbled. "Cum. Don't quit now. Your pussy feels just right when you get off."
"Yeah," Lloyd grunted. "Wiggle around. Damn, I can feel your cock in her, Perry. It makes her ass so tight."
"She's taking my whole cock," Alan said. "I mean, to the balls. Shit, I've never had it so good."
The girl wriggled appreciatively, thrusting her ass up at Lloyd, gripping Perry's prick with her cuntal muscles, putting more effort into sucking Alan's prick. Maybe they were pleased with what was going on, but she was absolutely ecstatic, and she tried to show them just how turned on she was.
As her craving body strove to convey her silent message, her cunt began to tingle even more. God, it was heavenly, those firecracker buzzes singeing her through and through. It was as though the sparks from the fireplace had popped out and landed on her, burning her softly yet with enough heat to let her know that something wicked was going on.
And all the while, the men kept giving her more to love. Lloyd was pounding her asshole, jarring her unmercifully. Alan was clutching at her head as though afraid she might change her mind about sucking him, thrusting his cockhead down her throat. Perry, still playing with her dangling tits, was fucking her hard, almost picking her up with his huge prick.
Unable to take anymore, she came, the irritating heat branding her with its erotic kiss. Shuddering, she barely paused to savor the consuming orgasm before once again lunging in rapture. Swaying. Rocking. Fucking. Feeling her body enveloped with cocks and male flesh. Letting the surging need devour her with each stroke of each pistoning shaft. Both getting and giving so much that her head swain.
"Oh, damn," Alan snarled. "Too much, babe. Too damned much."
He held her so that his cockhead stayed at the back of her throat. As his prick spewed out its thick jizz, Lloyd also began to moan.
"Sorry, baby," he apologized. "But it's my fault."
Having spunk fed to her at both ends was so exciting it made her cum again, joining the two men as they groaned in orgasmic release. Too soon, they withdrew their shrinking pricks, sitting back to watch her and their well-hung cousin.
Perry flexed his asscheeks, shoving his cockhead far inside her. At first she gasped, then she gazed down at him and laughed throatily. She began to fuck his mighty prick, sliding her pussy up until only the fat knob was inside her, then back down until his hairy balls tickled her ass. Up and down. Slowly. She didn't want to rush it, to make him shoot off too fast. Her cunt was still tingling, juicing, hungry for another cum.
"You're wet," Perry said, watching her face. "Why don't you get with it and really fuck me, honey?"
"It would end too quick," she explained, her voice tense with passion. "Somehow, it always does."
"There'll be a next time," he promised. "But right now, we're gonna fuck."
Without warning, he caught her around the waist and began thrusting her up and down on his cockmeat, making her fuck him the way he wanted it.
"Eeeaaaah!" she screamed as she came. Still Perry kept pounding her up and down, not slowing his speed or decreasing the depth of his strokes. He was driving them toward more pleasure, greater passion, and he wouldn't be stopped.
Suddenly, he yanked her down hard and held her there, both of them panting. His massive cock jerked, spitting out its gobs of spunk.
"Now!" he muttered. "Feel it, bitch! Feel me cum in you!"
The girl tensed, gasped, and shuddered in delight as she climaxed with him. Bending quickly, she kissed him, letting his lips and tongue catch her wails of rapture. His cock seemed to spurt on and on, the thick juice oozing from her packed hole, along with her own cream. Once their orgasms ceased, they lay in each other's arms, smiling tiredly.
"You know how to fuck, know that?" Perry murmured.
"So can you," she replied contentedly.
"Hey, how about us?" Lloyd complained, tapping her on the shoulder. "We've got cocks, too, remember."
She got off of Perry and sat next to him. Almost bashfully, she fondled the now-flaccid monster that had just given her so much pleasure.
"And nice cocks they are," she agreed, sighing. "But this guy – well, he's something else. Too bad it couldn't have lasted longer. I'm still kind of hot."
"Hot," Alan repeated. "That's a shame. Isn't it?"
All three of them were nodding, and looking too pleased to not be up to something. When one of them offered an explanation, she broke the odd silence.
"Okay, what's going on?" she asked. "Come on. I've got your cum in every hole I have, which gives me the right to know what you're up to."
"Something," Lloyd teased, winking at her. "But nothing funny."
"Or scary," Alan offered, just as jovial. "Nothing you won't like."
"Something sexy," Perry concluded for the trio. "And special. It can only be done on a day like today."
She frowned at them, not too sure she could trust them. They were being too smug and secretive to suit her.
"Just wait right here," Alan said mysteriously. "We'll be back in a few minutes. Lie down and rest. You're gonna need it."
They got up, now grinning, and left. She looked after them, so curious she didn't know what to do. These men were certainly different from Robert, who was always asleep a few minutes after fucking her.
Thinking about her husband made her grimace. Her eyes drawn to the blaze in the fireplace, she thought about having to go home to him, to face his disinterested embraces and lackluster lovemaking. A chill raced down her spine. Would she even be able to let him touch her, after having shared such passion with three other men? No, she didn't feel guilty. Not exactly. It was more like regretting to return to reality after a marvelous dream. And Robert was a reality that saddened her greatly.
"Cynthia?" Lloyd asked softly, gently lifting her chin. "You don't look as happy as you did a few minutes ago. Are you mad at us or something?"
"I was thinking," she replied. "About Robert. I don't know how to handle what's happened between us. Him and me, I mean." She smiled wanly. "Forget it, okay? It's my problem, not yours."
He squatted down beside her and drew her to him. Kissing the top of her head, he squeezed her.
"Maybe you're right," he murmured into her hair. "Only, we like you. A lot. Any time you need to get away for a day or so, you'll have a place to stay. No charge. And you'll have six shoulders to lean on. Three cocks to fuck you back into good humor, too. Will that offer help somewhat?"
"Better than anything else," she replied honestly. "You guys are too nice."
"Ugh," he grunted. "First I'm cute, now I'm nice? How the hell will you ever be able to take my cock seriously?"
"When it's up my ass, lover, I take it very seriously," she told him seductively.
Sitting beside her, he grinned. He caught hold of the nearest tit, rolling her nipple between his thighs. She snuggled closer to him, smiling.
"Sounds like maybe you're getting hot again," he mused.
"I am," she agreed. "With a handsome stud like you next to me, I can't help myself. You'll notice I said handsome."
"And you'll note you're getting my cock up," the redhead muttered. "When Alan and Perry get back, we're gonna have some real fun, honey."
"I thought we already had been having fun," she objected.
His husky laugh thrilled her. Holding her in his arms, he lay down.
"Different kind of fun," he whispered. "The kind that'll cool you down and heat you up, all at the same time."
She pulled him to her, reveling in the feel of his lips on hers, his tongue probing into her mouth. His hard cock pulsated against her thigh, its urgency too much to resist. Clutching at his hair, she ran her tongue along his lips.
"Do we have to wait?" she pleaded. "Couldn't you fuck my ass now? I really would like you in my cunt, but Perry's cock made it too big."
"It'll be better later," he said.
He was kissing her again. Moaning out her disappointment, she let him have his way. Maybe he was right. Maybe what the cousins had planned would be an erotic interlude of some sort. She hoped so, because her pussy was in dire need of something to satisfy its lustful thirst. If Perry's cock was stiff, that would do the job better than anything else.
She heard the other two men come back, and they were laughing deeply at the way she and Lloyd were kissing. One of them set something down, near the quilt.
"It's worse than we thought," Perry said. "She's got him eager to fuck, too."
"We've got enough here to calm both of them down," Alan replied.
They laughed again. Pushing Lloyd back, she frowned at the other two. She couldn't help seeing that their cocks were still limp.
"What do you two have?" she demanded. "Nothing I can use, obviously."
Then she noticed the bucket, and her frown deepened.
"What have you got in there?" she wanted to know.
Grinning, Perry reached into the bucket with both hands, drawing them out one at a time.
"This," he answered. "And this." The sight of the snow was puzzling, but she couldn't help gasping at the size of the icicle. Although it tapered into a finger-thick point, the base was bigger around than the base of Perry's giant prick.
"No," she said nervously. "Oh, no. You're not doing anything to me with that."
Having an idea of what the three were planning, she shook her head, unable to look away from the icicle. But Lloyd made her turn toward him, his dark eyes glowing warmly.
Softly, he told her, "Oh, yes, we are. We're gonna fuck you with that icicle, and you can't stop us."