Brit Party (22 page)

"All right, sugar,” Michael said in his deep, low voice. “Let's see you pleasure yourself the way you do for me."

Holly took a deep breath, closed her eyes and let it out slowly. Her hands drifted down over her stomach until they reached her freshly waxed mound. With one fingertip she traced her plump outer lips, enjoying the feel of the naked skin. Since she'd been waxing, her body had been so much more responsive to stimulation.

As she moved her finger down and around, she felt liquid already gathering in her cunt and trickling out. Gathering it on her fingertips she rubbed it into the soft inner lips guarding her vagina, stroking up and down in a slow rhythm. Already the walls of her pussy quivered, demanding more.

She rubbed the soft skin of the inner lips, teasing herself by deliberately avoiding that hot little bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, as well as, the hole itself. As the rhythm of the music increased, so did her strokes, and liquid arousal dribbled onto her fingers.

"Touch that clit,” Duncan urged. “Peel that little hood back and rub it for all it's worth."

Obediently she used two fingers of one hand to expose her clit and with the other hand began circling it and teasing at it. Streaks of lightning spiked through her. Clitoral stimulation always sent her to unbelievable heights. Michael knew this, and often used it to show his control over her. He'd gotten her off in the movies, in a restaurant, once on a bus with a blanket over her lap, and sometimes when she was on business calls at home and he knew she couldn't say anything.

Michael leaned forward and slipped one finger into her cunt, stroking in and out just twice.

"You're soaked, sweetheart. But you were already hot when we got here."

She nodded and moved her fingers faster. The tension built in her body, gripping her, pushing at her, and she knew she was very close. Still rubbing her clit, she used her other hand to slide two fingers into her dripping pussy, but long, hard fingers closed over her wrist.

"No.” Duncan's voice was gentle but firm. “I want to see everything."

He climbed up onto the bed so he could lean over the spreader and pulled the lips of her pussy as wide as he could get them. He licked his lips at the sight of her puffy, rosy cunt lips gleaming with dew, so much of it that he saw it trickle from her hole down into the crack of her ass.

Holly opened her eyes and saw that both he and Michael had shed their clothing. Michael stood beside the bed, stroking his engorged cock, his eyes on her and Duncan.

"Now, lass. Have at it. Make yourself come."

Holly badly wanted something in her grasping vagina or else to be able to squeeze her legs together but she knew that wasn't going to happen. Gritting her teeth she rubbed her clit harder, faster, as Duncan opened her even wider. She was almost there. Almost there. She pinched her clit, hard, and the orgasm rushed over her. She felt the walls of her vagina spasm, sucking on air, demanding to be filled.

"Good God.” Duncan's voice was almost reverent. “Look at that cunt. I can see it pulsing, see her cream pouring out of her. Michael, you are indeed a lucky man."

Michael took one of Holly's nipples in his fingers, rolling and pinching it. “Isn't that a sight to behold?” he agreed. “Kind of spoils you for anyone else."

By the time the spasms had subsided Holly was covered with a fine layer of perspiration. Her pulse finally settled down and she drew in a great lungful of air. She hoped they had a lot of other things planned for her, because while the orgasm was intense it had left her unfulfilled.

When she opened her eyes again she saw Michael and Duncan holding their cocks with one hand and their drinks with the other.

"You didn't ... “Her voice trailed off.

"Come?” Michael shook his head. “We're saving ourselves for later, sweetheart."

Duncan tossed back the last of his drink then bent down to unlock the spreader. He kissed the inside of each knee and ran his tongue up one thigh and down the other.

"Very good, lass. Top drawer.” He moved over her and kissed her pussy. “In a minute we'll have the sumptuous feast I've laid in for us, but first I have some things to get you ready for the evening."

He was busy at the table, then Holly felt him spreading the lips of her cunt again and sliding something hard and cold into it.

"A wand,” he explained. “It will help to keep you on edge until after dinner. Don't want you to lose that level of arousal, sweet thing."

He pressed the bottom of it once, and it began to vibrate gently. Holly's eyes flew open wide. “Are you ... are you planning to keep it buzzing like this?"

Duncan laughed. “Of course. I promise you'll love what it does to you. Now turn over on your stomach, there's a good girl."

Used to obeying her Master's commands, Holly rolled over, trying to adjust to the vibrator.

"Michael, how about a little help here? Can you lift her onto her hands and knees for me?"

"My pleasure."

Before she knew it, Holly was on all fours, the vibrator humming away and hands separating the cheeks of her ass.

"Holly, sweetheart?” Michael's voice was soft, soothing. “We need to prepare you so we can both fuck your ass later. You know the drill. Okay?"

Another deep breath. Another nod.

Fingers spread cool gel up and down the cleft of her buttocks, then other fingers probed inside her rectum, spreading more gel liberally, stroking the hot, dark tissues.

"I have some oil I've been saving,” Duncan told her, his mouth close to her ear. “But that's for tomorrow. I promise you'll love it."

The next thing she knew something hard pressed against her anus. Steady pressure continued until the tight ring of muscle popped and the butt plug slipped inside.

"Beautiful,” Michael breathed. “Only I wish that was my cock inside you."

"All right, folks. Time for dinner,” Duncan announced.

He and Michael lifted Holly from the bed, rubbed her muscles so she could stand and walk. They led her over to one of the chairs at a huge granite table. The plug stretched her unbelievably and the vibrator buzzed away, keeping all her senses on edge. She gritted her teeth, knowing that no matter what, she couldn't come again until one of these men gave her permission.

"Okay, Duncan.” Michael poured himself another drink. “I think we're ready for dinner."

[Back to Table of Contents]

The dinner was a gourmet feast. They sat at the carved table near the crackling fire, sipping fine wine and enjoying the five course meal. Duncan and Michael, who had known each other since college, exchanged stories that made Holly laugh. They could have been any three people spending an evening at dinner, if not for the fact they were all stark naked.

Frequently either or both of the men would lean back in their chairs, wine glasses lifted, lightly stroking their swollen cocks. When a drop of fluid would seep from the slit, the man in need would nod to Holly and she would drop to her knees, taking the head in her mouth and licking the pearly drop from the soft skin.

And then, of course, there was the butt plug, which stretched her so much she wondered if the men planned to invade her back channel with both cocks at the same time. And the vibrator, always there, buzzing away at low speed, except for the times Duncan would press the remote. Then she had to hang onto the sides of the chair to keep from falling. Vibrations would spike through her body and juices would flow from her stimulated cunt.

By the time the meal was finished, Holly would have done anything if only they would let her climax.

Duncan changed the music to something with a more driving beat. That and the wine had her blood heating in her veins. Now she watched him sit at the edge of the bed, legs splayed, cock bobbing.

"All right, love,” Michael said, guiding her to the bed. “On your knees. Let's see you take Duncan's penis in your sweet-sweet mouth. He's fed and watered us, and I think he's waited too long for this."

Obediently she dropped to the carpet, hands behind her back, and looked up at Duncan. Lust burned in his eyes and his chest rose and fell rapidly. She licked her lips, anticipating the taste of him.

"One more thing,” Michael said, slipping padded cuffs around her wrists and locking them into place at the small of her back. “Now I think we're ready."

Holly bent her head forward as Duncan guided his cock to her mouth, rubbing the head across her lips.

"Lick it, lass,” he commanded. “Let me feel that wet tongue on it."

She stretched her lips wide and slowly slid them over the stiff cock, caressing the velvet skin with her tongue as she took each inch into the wet cavern of her mouth. He was hard as steel covered in rough satin, and she traced every ridge and vein. The flat head hit the roof of her mouth and she moved back and forth to rub it against her palate.

She sensed Michael behind her, kneeling and bracketing her with his thighs. Without warning the speed of the vibrator increased and her body jerked in response. Michael reached around her to pinch her nipples and she knew her cream was running down her thighs.

Duncan leaned forward and took her head in his warm hands, moving it this way and that to get the proper angle. He began to slide his hips back and forth, his cock moving deeper and deeper into Holly's mouth. When she relaxed her lips slightly and bit down just a little bit he shuddered.

She felt Michael's lips on her shoulder, then sliding down her back, nibbling at her skin, licking wherever his teeth touched her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the only thing that kept her from falling forward as he kicked the vibrator up another notch.

Duncan was urging her to suck harder, moving her head faster, and his hips thrust in cadence with the music as he fucked her mouth.

"Oh, God, lass. Oh, Jesus, that's so good. Yes, suck me, Holly. Suck me hard. Take me deep."

He tensed, his grip on her tightening, and then he was coming, spurting thick hot jets of semen into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed convulsively, determined not to lose a drop of it.

At last, his hold loosened, his body began to relax and slowly he drew his penis from her mouth, moaning in satisfaction. He lay back on the bed, one arm over his forehead, his breathing uneven.

"Michael, old man, I do envy you, having access to that mouth twenty-four-seven."

Michael gave a low chuckle, still stroking Holly's breasts and placing kisses on her back. “I wouldn't trade it for anything,” he said.

"Then I'm damn glad you're willing to share."

"Ready for me now, sweetheart,” Michael murmured against Holly's neck.

She had barely caught her breath from the blow job she'd given Duncan. And the vibrator was driving her crazy, but she nodded her head.

"Let's get you up here, then."

With Duncan's help, he lifted her to the bed, again placing her on her knees, leaning her forward against Duncan's big body.

"Deep breath, honey,” and he slowly drew out the butt plug.

In seconds Holly felt more gel being spread along the cleft of her buttocks and into her asshole. First one finger, then two probed and rubbed inside her. Duncan shifted her slightly so she was further up on his body.

"I think we're good to go,” he told Michael.

He pulled one nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it, then used both hands to spread the cheeks of her ass as wide as he could. He held her like that as Michael's penis probed at the tight ring of muscle. The plug had loosened and stretched her enough that in just seconds he was all the way in, his breath hissing in satisfaction.

"Oh, God, honey, that little hole feels better every time I stick my dick into it. So tight and hot. You feel like you're burning me alive."

Holly tried not to think about the vibrator driving her crazy, or Duncan's strong mouth pulling at her nipple, or the tight feel of Michael's cock plunging in and out of her ass. She was so close to climax. Yet she knew she dared not come unless either of them gave her permission.

"She's damn good,” Duncan panted, releasing her nipple. “I can't believe she can hold off all this time."

"She knows the punishment if she loses control,” he replied between strokes, his breathing laboured. “Right, Holly?"

She nodded her head, barely hanging onto control. Duncan was sucking her nipple again and Michael's cock pounded in and out of her to the beat of the music. With the wine coursing through her system, she was on sensory overload. Suddenly the vibrator was pushed up to full speed and she screamed at the intensity of the sensation.

"Please,” she cried. “Oh, please, Michael. Duncan. Please, please."

"Please what, lass?” Duncan asked, his tone guttural.

"Please let me come."

"In a minute,” Michael panted. “Hold on for just one moment, sweetheart."

He gave one last thrust and she felt him spilling inside the hot tunnel of he rectum, spurt after spurt of semen filling her, his balls slapping against her as he gave his final thrust. Then she felt herself turned over so she was lying on top of Duncan, facing Michael.

"Now, baby,” he commanded. “Now you can come."

Duncan's fingers pulled at her nipples and Michael pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger, pulling and stretching it. His forearms kept her thighs wide apart.

"Come on, lass,” Duncan encouraged. “You can let go now."

She thought the orgasm would shatter her, spasms gripping her so hard that every muscle jerked and twitched. The vibrator drove her higher and higher, Michael's fingers on her clit kept pushing her from one plane to the next. Her cunt pulsed around the vibrator, gripping it, while more liquid spilled from her.

Finally, when she was sure she'd lose her mind, Michael turned the vibrator down to low and turned it off. He eased it out and tossed it to the side, unlocked the handcuffs then rearranged her on the bed so she was lying on the fluffy pillows. Hands massaged her aching arm muscles and the line of her jaw, easing the after effects of strain.

When she was sighing in contentment, fingers probed in her vagina, sliding gently in and out.

"Juicy,” Duncan said. “I love a juicy lass."