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He looked up at Michael. “I think this is the most perfect cunt I've ever seen. Pink, pouty lips. Rosy tissue. A clit that's a hot bundle of nerves. And absolutely delicious cream."

At this words Holly tried again to thrust her hips upward, and again she was restrained.

"I think she's ready,” Jim told them, hardly able to take his eyes away from the beckoning hole.

Michael reached over to the little table beside the bed and lifted a tiny device that looked almost like a butterfly.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Aye, it is,” Duncan answered. “I picked it up special for this week.” He held out his hand. “May I?"

Michael shrugged. “You're the host."

They watched as Duncan peeled back the little hood protecting the clitoris, now ruby red, and fastened the tiny butterfly to it. A thin wire led from it to the remote in his hand. He looked at Jim. “Ready?"

"Without a doubt."

Michael and Duncan each took one of Holly's legs and placed it on their thighs, spreading her as wide open as they could. Jim scooted forward, pushed two pillows under Holly's buttocks, then prodded at her opening with his penis. The other two men watched as the thick cock eased its way past the puffy pink lips, into the waiting channel, one inch at a time.

At the first intrusion Holly began to moan, a sensual sound, escaping from her lips on puffs of air.

"This is a beautiful sight, sweetheart,” Michael told her. “We can see every bit of your pussy and watch Jim's cock ease its way inside you. God, this is gorgeous. You have no idea what a turn-on it is to watch him fuck you this way."

Duncan reached over and stroked her distended nipples, lightly scraping the surface with his nail. “And such gorgeous breasts. What a feast."

At their words they could see her liquid spilling out onto Jim's cock, bathing him with her juice. Her hips tried to move but the men held her fast.

"No, no,” Michael told her. “Stay absolutely still. We want to see every bit of this without you moving.” He bent down and kissed her lips with a light touch. “In a minute you'll want to move even more, but if you hold still the reward will be worth it. Okay?"

She nodded, her breath hitching, the pulse pounding harder at the hollow of her throat.

Duncan pressed the button on the remote and the butterfly began to do its dance. Holly cried out at the sensation and her body began to quiver.

"Oh, God,” Jim cried. “The minute you turned that thing on those tight little cunt muscles began to squeeze me. Oh, Jesus, don't stop."

Duncan laughed. “Don't worry, we won't."

Jim began to thrust his cock in and out of the opening, the other two men watching avidly, seeing every bit of Holly's outer lips, watching their friend fuck that delectable little hole. As he increased his pace, Duncan increased the speed of the butterfly and Holly began to moan louder, her body flushed a bright pink, her breathing more erratic.

"Oh God oh God oh God,” she cried out. “Fuck me hard. Harder. More. Deeper. Do it. Do it. Do it."

The muscles on Jim's arms where he braced himself bunched, and he rolled his hips, pushing into her as deep as he could go.

"I'm taking it to the top,” Duncan told him.

"I'm ready,” he gasped.

The butterfly began to hum at top speed, Holly's body bowed under its effect, and with three more powerful thrusts Jim threw back his head and cried out as he jetted his release into her. Duncan and Michael continued to hold her wide open, watching Jim's cock jerk inside her, feeling her spasm against their hands. Long after Jim was finished, Holly continued to rock and shake, hunching as much as she could, until there were only aftershocks.

And then she was still.

The two men watched as Jim slowly withdrew his cock, gathered in a deep breath, and backed off the bed, collapsing at the foot of it. Duncan removed the butterfly and he and Michael stroked Holly's cunt, pressing their fingers into it side by side, feeling the wetness and scooping it out to lubricate her ass. Then they, too, released their hold, and Michael brought the drink to her mouth again.

"Mmm.” She licked her lips. “Yummy.” She sighed. “Whoever that was, you're damn good at it."

They all broke out in laughter, easing the sexual tension so thick in the room.

None of them slept that night. They each wanted their turn plundering Holly's ass, Duncan's special oil stimulating her and easing their passage. Then Duncan and Jim held her while Michael used the wand on her clit and her pussy, driving her to incredible heights, then holding her cunt lips open as she came so everyone could see her orgasm for themselves.

One time Michael got on his hands and knees next to Holly and accepted Jim's cock into his ass while Duncan's slid into Holly's, then the two couples fucked in almost simultaneous rhythm. There was never any question of sexual identity. Each of the men was secure enough in his own masculinity to enjoy the benefits of a session like this, and always fully in control of the situation. It was, after all, only another way to stimulate the senses and reach unbelievable orgasms.

At dawn, Duncan stoked the fire one last time, turned down the music, extinguished the candles and they all crawled into the huge bed to sleep. Unlike the first night when Holly had slept with Duncan and Michael's fingers comfortably lodged in her rectum and her vagina, tonight Michael tucked Holly's head into his shoulder and placed his hand wide and flat on her ass. It was a subtle and silent declaration. Play time was over for the night. She belonged only to him again.

One day blended into the next as the week progressed, with the routine seldom varying. As Duncan pointed out in his rough way, “If it works, don't screw with it."

The weather continued to hold, so mornings they ate breakfast out on the deck, then each one would get to choose the first sexual activity of the day. When it was Holly's turn, she always chose to have one of the men fuck her while someone else fucked him. She was mesmerised by the sight of it and so turned on she often had multiple orgasms.

The men all had the same favourite choice. Two of them would sit beside Holly on the double wide lounger, holding her legs wide over their thighs as they watched the third man fuck her. Sometimes they used the butterfly to make her come harder. Sometimes they inserted the vibrating butt plug to give her anal stimulation. But always their eyes were focused on that cock moving in and out of her rosy, puffy cunt.

Then they would all shower together, a lengthy process because it had become a contest to see who could make Holly come the fastest in the shower without using any of the toys.

About the middle of the week, when they stepped into the huge shower for water play time, and Jim moved close to her, she shook her head, her mouth curved in a secret smile.

"I think I should get to turn the tables on one of you.” She looked up at them through lashes lowered seductively. “You know, bathe you the way you have me."

When they all simply looked at her, she said, “Oh, come on, guys. I promise you'll enjoy it."

Duncan stepped forward, his eyes darkened to the colour of rich coffee, cheek muscles taut. “You can bathe me, lass. I'd consider it a real treat."

Holly grabbed the bottle of fragrant soap, squirted a large dollop of it into her hands and began to work it into a rich lather. Jim and Michael watched with heated looks in their eyes.

"Let us know if we can help,” Jim commented, a carnal grin turning up the corners of his mouth.

Holly spread the lather over Duncan's large body, working it into the hard muscles of his chest and pausing to tweak his dusky male nipples, noting his eyes darkened even more. He shifted slightly, his body tense as he waited for each place her exploring fingers would touch.

When she washed his legs, she was careful to stay away from his balls until the last moment then cupped them in both hands and spread the soap over the soft skin. A tiny moan floated past his lips, and she saw his fists clench, but otherwise he gave no indication she'd aroused him at all. His cock was still semi-hard.

"Turn,” she told him.

Obediently he faced the wall of the shower and leaned his hands against it. Jim and Michael were mesmerised watching her ministrations and Duncan's reaction to it. She poured more soap into her hands and paid the same attention to his back as she had to his front. But when she reached his ass, she slid two soapy fingers into the cleft and pressed against his anus.

His breath hitched, and his buttocks clenched.

"Let me make you feel good,” she told him. “You know, the way you all do for me. Relax, Duncan. It's better than being fucked by either of these two he-men."

Michael had discovered how much he liked it, and it had become a part of their regular routine. Now she wanted to share it with Duncan, who had already given her so much pleasure.

He swallowed, and she felt him forcible relax under her touch.

She glanced at the other two men. “I could use a little help here, please."

Obligingly they each took one cheek of Duncan's ass and pulled it so his anus was fully exposed. Holly added more soap and pushed both fingers in to the bottom knuckle, then began stroking the hot channel and scraping the tissues with her little nails.

Duncan's cock sprang to full erection, and his breathing got heavier.

Holly worked his ass the way they did hers, finger fucking him with a steady rhythm.

Duncan's entire body tensed, then began to shake.

"Why, Duncan,” she teased. “I do believe you're going to come."

She looked over at Michael who obligingly wrapped his fingers around Duncan's bobbing cock and stroked it rapidly from root to tip, up and down, keeping time with Holly's fingers in the man ‘s asshole.

When she reached down and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, his whole body shook.

"Oh, Jesus,” he cried between clenched jaws, and his cum spurted in a thick stream against the shower wall.

Holly worked him with her fingers. Michael gripped Duncan's cock until the last spurt had pumped from him, and he collapsed against the wall gasping for breath.

"You're a little minx, lass,” he panted, when he could speak. “Did anyone ever tell you that?"

Michael snickered. “Too often. Not that she ever does anything but smile when I say that."

Jim leaned down and put his lips to her ear as she was lathering herself up. “Just be sure I get my turn, minx."

They finished cleaning themselves off and staggered to the bedrooms to dress.

Like every other afternoon they trooped into the village for a late lunch and drinks at the pub, followed by a nap before the evening's activities. One day later on in the week Michael insisted she wear the silver vibrator. Once in the pub, tucked into a corner booth with the three of them surrounding her, Michael played with the remote. He teased her by turning it on and off, just enough to keep her on edge, to see her eyes glaze over and her hands clench into fists as she tried to hold back her response. By the time they got back to the cabin, she was ready to attack the first naked man.

It happened to be Jim, who sprawled on the bed with Holly tumbled over him. He tested her wetness, then lifted her and plunged her down onto his shaft with one quick movement. She was so aroused that in seconds she came, her pussy muscles clamping around his cock, milking him, her hips lifting and falling as she rode him for all she was worth.

She came so quickly Jim hadn't yet found his release, and she knew she'd be in for a punishment session later on, but she didn't care. She leaned forward, draping herself over his chest, and panted, “Just give me a minute, okay?"

As she lay there, gathering herself, knowing Jim was still struggling to reach his climax, she felt hands at her buttocks, cool gel at her anus, and a plug steadily inserted until it was in all the way. When it began to buzz, her depleted body sprang to life. She pushed herself to an upright position. Jim's smoky eyes fastened on her as he reached for her clit.

She looked to the side and saw Michael watching her, a sensual look on his face. She raised her eyebrow and he nodded, and she began to ride Jim's cock again.

This time she held herself off until she felt him ready to come, then let her liquid release and soak him as he spurted into her. When she fell forward this time his hands came around to caress her back and shoulders. His lips traced tender kisses across her forehead, and he crooned soothing words to her.

But always, when they crawled into bed to sleep, Holly lay cradled in Michael's arms, the position of his hand on her a definite Keep Off sign. There were no restrictions during play time, but when it was over, she was all his.

More than once Holly wanted to ask him if this meant their relationship was truly permanent, but she bit her tongue. Time enough for that when they were back in Denver.

On the last night everyone seemed more intense than usual, the imminent conclusion to their week of high-flying, supercharged sex and unbelievable eroticism kept them all in a state of perpetual arousal. They had all climaxed at least twice. Now Holly was on the bed face down, wrists cuffed and attached by a thong to the headboard, the spreader bar holding her legs wide. Duncan had just applied a liberal amount of oil into her pussy. Tonight she would take two cocks in there while the third man fucked her mouth.

When Michael looked at her, he saw the dark excitement shining in her eyes and kissed her so hard he stole her breath. He had insisted on being one of the two men, and now he helped Duncan finish preparing her.

Holly clenched her hands as Michael's shaft worked its way into her, and he rolled his hips, seating himself to the balls. Then he leaned forward to make room for Jim who crouched down behind him. One tiny movement at a time, Jim pressed into the waiting vagina, his oiled shaft sliding tightly against Michael's.

"Breathe, honey” Michael said when Holly tensed. “Breathe so you can relax."

She tried to take deep breaths but she felt so full she didn't think she could do it. Then Duncan released the thong, sat cross-legged at her head and cupped her cheeks in his hands, guiding her mouth to his penis. He nodded at the two men behind her who began moving slowly, together, stretching her unbelievably. Impossibly.