She didn't answer, only started to breathe hard once again when Mason started moving the plug in and out, letting the round part at the tip bump her in one direction, the secondary round section nudging in the other. He continued to slowly work her arse as I lowered my head and kissed her. I couldn't resist. She was so sweet, so innocent; I could feel every intake of breath, every soft moan at every step of her awakening. Her tongue met mine, tentatively, then carnally as her mind let go and her body took over. I cupped a breast in the palm of my hand and brushed my thumb over the distended tip at the same time as Mason's own thumb circling Laurel's clit.
She shuddered once and cried out against my mouth, her body arching and her breast filling my palm. Her orgasm went on and on and I lifted my head to watch her. So beautiful, so perfect. Mason's hands slowed, then stilled on her body. I couldn't wait any longer. My cock was angry and pressing painfully against my pants. Coming up onto my knees, I undid the buckle of my belt, opened the placket of my pants and my cock bobbed out.
"Up on your hands and knees, sweetheart." My voice was rough and dark. Mason helped her roll over and pulled her hips back. The plug was still deep within her and I could see a short length of it sticking out from her arse. I shifted so the head of my cock just brushed her lips. "Open up for me."
Laurel's eyes, so green and a tad blurry from her pleasure, focused on my cock.
"Open your mouth," I repeated. "Lick the head."
"Why? Why are you doing this?" she asked. There was no heat to her words, just confusion as to how we could work her body in such a way.
"To make you feel good," I told her. "Don't we make you feel good? Do you want to come again?"
She nodded, the tip of her nose bumping my cock and I hissed out a breath. "You'll come from being played with and fucked in so many different ways. Not just our fingers on you. You'll come with something in your arse. You'll come with something in your mouth. Ultimately, you'll come with something in your pussy. Just trust us to always give you your pleasure. Good girl. Suck my cock and Mason will make you come again."
He carefully fucked her with the plug once again and she groaned, Mason's free hand slipping through her folds. "She's so wet."
Laurel groaned. I groaned, gripped the base of my cock in my hand. "Suck me off, sweetheart."
"I...I don't know how."
"Just put me in your mouth and lick me like a candy sucker. Trust me, you can't do it wrong." Just the idea of those luscious lips around me had me ready to come.
Tentatively, she took me into her mouth, the hot, wet cavern so amazing I felt my balls draw up. It wasn't going to take much for me to finish. Just seeing her like this, full breasts swaying beneath her, hips wide and perfect for holding onto when fucking, the flare of her full arse, the plug sticking from it. Everything about her made me hot. Made me hard. Made me just...about...come.
She took me to the back of her throat and she cried out in surprise at how I filled her. I groaned from just the vibration. I put my hand on the back of her head to guide her, to stroke over her silky hair so she knew I was pleased just as Mason fucked her arse with the narrow plug. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth as she licked the underside of my dick. That was it. "I'm going to come, Laurel. Swallow it all."
I pumped my hips forward as my cock swelled even more, filling her mouth as pulse after pulse of my seed filled her mouth. She made a soft sound of surprise and I watched her throat work as she swallowed it. Mason must have touched her clit because Laurel came, her mouth opening around my cock as she cried out her release. I pulled from her lips and let her savor the amazing feeling that was washing over her.
Laurel dropped to her forearms, her head resting on the quilt. It was the perfect pose of submission and Mason growled deep in his throat. He was worked open the placket of his pants and pulled his cock free. We traded spots and I took over the enjoyment of playing with Laurel's arse. Mason had had all the fun so far, but then I'd come.
"Up, sweetheart. It's Mason's turn to feel your sweet mouth." Mason helped her up and fed her his cock. She was a fast learner and knew what to expect. Two orgasms in quick succession also made her quite pliant and eager to please.
"You're going to come one more time for me, sweetheart."
Her pussy lips were red and swollen and dripping wet, her clit a hard pearl just begging to be touched again. And her arse! It was a stunning site. The ointment glistened around her back entrance, her body clenching down on the slim plug. It was beneficial I'd just come or I'd reject our earlier promise not to fill her pussy and fuck her. As Laurel moved on Mason's cock, I started to work the plug. This time, instead of letting it slide between the two broader curves, I pushed it in deeper so that the ball shape stretched her arse wide, then closed around it, taking both of them—the one at the very end and this second one—deep inside. Carefully, I pulled the round part so it popped out, and then pushed it back in. This caused her arse to stretch so much more than ever before, over and over again.
Laurel froze in place, Mason's cock filling her mouth as she adjusted to this new assault. I grinned, thrilled by her response. She wasn't avoiding it and shifting her hips away. She groaned, a deep body sound of sheer pleasure. Mason began to move, fucking her slowly and carefully with his cock, allowing Laurel to remain still as I popped the round part of the plug in and out. In. Plop. Out. Plop.
I didn't even have to touch her clit to make her come. She was so sensitive from her previous orgasms and the awakening of new feelings elicited from the plug in her arse that she came again. Mason was ready, more than ready and came at the same time. When he pulled his spent cock from her mouth, Laurel slumped down onto the bed. Carefully, I worked the plug completely free and watched her arse clench closed. She didn't move as I did so and realized she'd fallen asleep, so I shifted her up onto a pillow and beneath the covers.
If this was what it was like when we played with her arse, I could only imagine how incredible it would be when we were both finally able to claim her together, her arse and pussy filled with our cocks simultaneously. It would be the ultimate claiming, the ultimate pleasure.
CHAPTER SEVEN
LAUREL
I awoke, for the second day in a row, in the arms of two men. It was early, the light through the window only the slightest hint of pink. The sun had yet to rise.
"Sleep, sweetheart," Brody murmured, his voice deep.
Mason—I was beginning to tell the men's touches apart—stroked a hand down my arm. I was warm and I felt safe and protected. I knew that nothing was going to harm me with these men surrounding me. They'd given me pleasure, perhaps in ways I never imagined, but it had been incredible. I doubted their every action when it came to touching my body, for I knew they were pushing me, teaching me carnal activities that I should consider unseemly. Now, though, after they gave me the most amazing orgasms after giving in to their demands on my body, I couldn't question them. They'd put a hard object in my back entrance! I'd objected, for the idea had been ludicrous. But when I came so hard, so intensely from the jangly, sharp feelings the plug had elicited, I couldn't question any longer. I craved.
Soothed by their continued gentle attention and caring, I closed my eyes and did as Brody said. When I awoke again, I was alone in bed. Sitting up, I found my dress, the one I arrived in, laid out at the foot of the bed with my corset on top along with Ann's skirt and blouse. I readied myself for the day at the ewer and pitcher, tidied my hair in the mirror above it and tried to put on Ann's clothes. The waist was too snug on the skirt and not only were the sleeves too short on the blouse, but I could not button the front. Abandoning those options, I donned my own dress. The bodice was terribly ripped, half the buttons missing, but with the corset on securely, only my cleavage above the white material was visible. Pulling the two sides of the bodice together, I had the least amount of skin showing since I arrived.
I found the men downstairs, the smell of coffee and bacon luring me to them. They were at the table eating when I entered and they stood. I gave them a small smile, but didn't know what to say. The last I remember from the night before was taking Mason's cock into my mouth. Brody had been playing with the plug in my...ass. I'd come for the third time and the pleasure was so intense, so sharp, it was like a knife piercing through my reserve.
"We have a plate warming for you." Mason went to the stove and took a covered dish from the back corner and brought it to the table. "Coffee?"