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Authors: Annabel Joseph

Tags: #Erotica

Deep in the Woods (17 page)

She moaned again, all her pent-up frustration and desperation channeled into worshipping Dave with her mouth.
Please, please, please…
Dave knew it was hard for her to come without clitoral contact, something he took advantage of when he was feeling particularly sadistic. She swiveled her hips and pressed back against Ryan, trying to arch so that his balls would bang against her clit as he fucked her. The short, heavenly contact wasn’t enough. She whined and Dave laughed. “Shall we make her come over and over, Ry, or make her wait until the end?”

“Hmm…” Ryan’s pounding rhythm never ceased as he considered. “She was a bad girl today, wasn’t she? Perhaps one orgasm is all she should be allowed.”

“You’re probably right. We’ll have to be careful she doesn’t come before we give her permission. Although, if that happens, you’ll get your wish to see her punished.”

Ryan laughed. “Ever the sadistic bastard. Ah, well, you learned from the best…” And with those words, he reached down and began to finger Sophie’s clit. To her horror, she felt herself teetering on the edge of orgasm. She made an urgent sound, which Dave muffled with an especially deep thrust.

“Concentrate on pleasing me, girl. Don’t come yet. Focus on me, not your horny little cunt.”

Sophie tried to do that, but Ryan somehow knew the exact spot, the exact pressure to make her crazy. Again she made pleading sounds for mercy, but the only answer was the sound of male laughter. “She’s fighting the good fight, Dave.”

Dave pulled away from her mouth. “She’s a fighter. Here, lay her down on the bed.”

Ryan pulled out from behind and she felt herself pushed back on the bed, two sets of hands holding her legs spread open. “She may be a fighter, but if she withstands this…” Deft fingers manipulated her clit. She could feel how wet and swollen it was just from the contact. Her hips arched off the bed. She wanted to pull away, avoid being punished for coming too soon, but at the same time, she knew it was a losing battle. She reached down to stop them, to save herself, but Dave pinched the inside of her thigh so she yelped.

“Hands up. Out of the way. Keep them there.”

When fingers parted her wide and a tongue lapped up her throbbing center, she thrashed her head back and forth.
No, no, no…yes…yes! Yes! Oh my god, yes, please, please, never stop. I don’t care, I don’t care what kind of punishment I have to take.
A different set of fingers parted her, another eager tongue flicked and teased her center, sparking crippling, searing excitement from her pelvis outward. Her hands made helpless trembling fists above her head as the men tortured her with light flicks that made her jump and tremble, followed by broad licks that had her groaning. She felt herself tumbling out of control. It was unbearable, unbelievable. It was arousal such as she’d never known before. She felt the climax building up inside, impossible to turn back. She held off as long as she could, moaning and bucking away from the questing tongues. Large hands held her down, held her thighs spread, as if she was a sacrifice to their urges, some ancient goddess on an altar of long ago. She twisted her fingers in her hair to ground herself, her moans rising higher and higher, but she was powerless to control it, powerless to do anything at all. A press of a tongue against her clit, a teasing nibble, and with a cry of capitulation, Sophie let the coiled-up tension inside her disperse into orgasm. She bucked and shuddered, grateful now to be held down as multiple aftershocks racked her body. At last she returned to her senses, only to hear a soft
tsk
,
tsk
,
tsk
against her ear.

“Bad girl.” She turned to Dave’s voice, felt a tongue trace across her cheek and then plunge into her mouth. She tasted her own essence, the familiar scent of her arousal. On her body she felt two sets of hands stroking and pinching, and then felt herself pushed and pulled to the edge of the bed and draped across a lap. She was too weak and satisfied to care.

“Don’t be gentle,” said Dave.

“Oohhhh!” She cried out as the spanking started. Ryan’s spanking was all business. It was quite possibly the hardest spanking of her life. The pleasurable stupor of the moment before dissipated as the nerves of her bottom screamed in protest and pain. She jerked and tried to pull away, but Ryan pulled her arm across her back so she couldn’t go anywhere.
Ow! Jesus!
Sophie’s ass was still sore from being caned, but Ryan took no mind of that. She felt the heat build quickly, nearly turn to blessed numbness, and then he stopped. He ran his hands over her bottom, soft broad strokes of soothing sensation. Thank God it was over, she thought.

Then she heard a soft chuckle. “I wonder if she thinks I’m finished.”

They both laughed at her answering whimper of distress.

“She’s a powerful thing though, little as she is. I had to hold her hard.”

“I told you she was strong. If you like I can hold her legs still for you. After a while, when she really gets antsy, she starts to kick.”

“Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan.” Ryan’s probing fingers parted her, making her go still. The pain blazing in her ass cheeks faded into the background as his ministrations started another hum of pleasure in her clit. He spread her slickness around on his fingers, stroking her whole slit before he released her and went back to massaging her throbbing globes. “What an amazing ass. I don’t know how you do anything but fuck her all day.”

“Sometimes I don’t do anything but fuck her all day. Speaking of fucking, get back to it so we can fuck her when you’re through.”

Sophie gritted her teeth as Ryan’s fingers tightened on her wrist and the spanking recommenced. “Think we can both fit in her at once?”

“We can try. I get her asshole.”

“You selfish bastard.”

“Hey, she’s mine after all. You’re just borrowing her.”

Sophie’s clenched teeth emitted a pleading moan that was ignored as Ryan’s slab of a hand continued to pummel her.

“Listen to her.” He laughed. “She wants to be fucked again already. She likes our idea.”

“She likes to be fucked. The more holes the better.” She started kicking and felt Dave’s hands capture her ankles in a firm grip. “You would think one orgasm would be enough. I don’t even know if she should be allowed another one.”

At those words Sophie wailed out loud. “Ohhhh! Please!”

“Please what, honey? Please fuck you?”

“Yes, please what?” Ryan asked, joining in. “Please stop spanking you? Or please fuck you? Which is it? We’re confused.”

“Please…both.” Sophie gasped. “Please, Sir.”

“Please, Sir, finish spanking me so I can take both of you in my ass and pussy,” Dave prompted her.

“Please, Sir—finish spanking me and fuck me—”

“No, no. Pay attention, girl. Say it nicely. Please, Sir, finish spanking me so I can take both of you in my ass and pussy—”

“Please, Sir, finish spanking me so I can take both of you in my ass and pussy. Please.”

The relentless hand stopped falling on her ass and again she felt herself rearranged, manipulated. She was pushed forward onto a hard male body that she guessed was Ryan’s based on the hair on his chest. She tried to be pliant in spite of her nervousness. She felt so many emotions…fear, confusion, excitement and crippling horniness that rocketed all through her body like some wild intoxication. Each place they touched her, sensation tingled hot and electric against her skin. She felt two sets of hands on her waist, felt his cock nudge her pussy, felt his hands cup and squeeze the ass flesh he’d just punished. Then one set of hands left. Sophie let herself be impaled again and again on Ryan’s length, gave herself up to his skillful handling, until another sensation stilled her. Her ass cheeks were parted, and a cold dab of lube was deposited against her tiny hole. Dave’s finger worked the lube in, advancing, retreating, advancing again and then leaving her. The rattle of cellophane again. She felt his weight behind her, felt both men rearrange themselves, and then both sets of hands were on her and Dave’s very hard cock was nudging at her asshole.

“Be a good girl,” he said, soothing her, holding her close. “Be a good girl and open for Sir and Sir’s friend. Won’t it be nice to take both of us at once, to be all filled up, little Sophie?”

“Ohh…” Sophie tried to form words of assent, but none would come, only a feral, animal moan that rose to a cry as he pressed the head inside. Sophie felt the familiar ache and inexorable pressure. She let go, she didn’t fight. Wearing the plug earlier made her more receptive to Dave’s invasion. She felt Ryan withdraw to let Dave slide all the way in.

“Holy fuck,” Dave groaned as he seated himself. “Fucking…God…Jesus…”

“Fuck her, Dave, don’t pray,” Ryan grunted from below. Ryan pushed into her as Dave withdrew, both men advancing and retreating in slow, measured strokes. Sophie felt completely filled, completely mastered. It was impossible for her to move an inch in any direction, possessed as she was. Without her sight, she depended on scent, touch, movement. She felt every inch of both cocks as they moved in and out of her, incredible pleasure and uneasy fullness all rolled into one decadent experience she was certain she would never forget. She felt Dave’s fingers in her hair, pulling her head back. He thrust two fingers in her mouth and ordered, “Suck.”

Sophie sucked, her mouth, pussy and ass full of her lovers, their fingers and thrusting cocks.

She came with a gasp, her whole body seeming to contract into something new and brilliant. A shaking core of woman and animal and Dave’s girl. Dave’s girl, loved and treasured and overcome by blind, earth-shattering release.

Chapter Ten

 

Sophie caught herself drowsing again. She wanted to stay up until midnight to see the ball drop on TV and ring in the New Year. But something about being cradled between two warm male bodies on a soft, cushy sofa after a night—several nights actually—of rollicking sex really took the energy out of a girl. Sophie drifted on thoughtless daydreams, barely registering the guys’ quiet conversation about the sparkly catsuit the singer was wearing on TV.

Whatever. Catsuits were lovely. Everything was lovely to Sophie right now. So warm, so cozy. Her belly was full of beer and popcorn because they decided they were too tired to cook after their latest fuckfest. And Ryan wasn’t going home for two more days.

The last two days, though, they had plans to take a camping trip. The guys had just let Sophie in on that after a couple days of secretive plotting and slanted looks. Sophie hadn’t been camping since she was a child, not the overnight, sleep-in-a-tent kind. She’d done plenty of hiking, though, so she thought she’d do just fine, as long as there were no bears in the campsite and no spiders in the tent.

But no, the bears would be hibernating, they assured her. And spiders…well, if she screeched loud enough, hopefully they’d scurry away. Still, she wondered what else was going to go on. She knew them both well enough by now to know when a plot was afoot. Fortunately, she trusted them one hundred percent. Dave had assured her before he arrived that Ryan was okay, and he had been proven right. Ryan could be sadistic in the bedroom, even more so than Dave at times, but he never crossed that line that Sophie now recognized, never even came close. And even if he had, Dave would have stopped him because when she was with Ryan, Dave was never more than an arm’s length away.

But it wasn’t all just hedonistic fucking with them either. They sparred together, too, every day. Sophie felt her reflexes getting quicker, her reactions getting stronger. The second day of his visit, Ryan had jumped her while she was walking past him, tackled her and put her in a headlock. It was only Dave’s quick, “No, Cerberus. Down!” that saved Ryan from getting his head ripped off by a hundred pounds of protective black fury. After that they made sure Cerberus was outside or in the bedroom when they practiced martial arts together. Sophie watched in awe as Dave and Ryan faced off, too, each as light and practiced as the other, displaying menacing defense and an economy of movement in taking each other down. It was like some intricate, wondrous dance.

It was all an intricate dance, their week with Ryan. It was a dance of respect and balance. Sophie had worried that Ryan might spawn jealousy or uneasiness between her and Dave, but so far it had been nothing but fun. They played together and then Sophie and Dave went to bed and Ryan slept on the couch. When they woke up, they sat and had breakfast like three close friends. Part of Sophie wished it could go on forever, like when she was lulled into a sense of total security between them on the couch. But part of her knew that the only reason it worked is because they all knew it was only temporary. A diversion. Like this camping trip they had planned. Sophie knew that in the end, it was her and Dave. It would always be her and Dave. Forever, she hoped.

* * * * *

 

Dave stretched in bed the next morning next to Sophie. He tried to scoot Cerberus farther down the bed, but the dog only grunted and crept up closer. Sophie stirred and yawned.

“Gotta wake up soon, sleepyhead.” He nuzzled her. “It’s a new year and the forest awaits. I know how you like to sneak off into the woods whenever you can.”

Sophie moaned. Dave was a little disappointed that the cane marks he and Ryan had admired the last few days were already starting to fade. He could always add more, he supposed, although he didn’t like to cane her too often. Her feelings had to be accounted for too. He knew a lot of sadists who believed it was only about fulfilling their needs, and their needs alone, every time they played. That taking their submissives’ needs and desires into account was a sign of weakness. Dave wondered why they didn’t realize they were always alone, always chasing after someone new because their “last girl had run off”. Of course, then there were the dangerous ones like Sophie’s last partner, who used mind control and psychological games to get their victim to stay when any sane person would run screaming. Dave wanted to save the world, save every girl and make sure they only played safely with sane, healthy partners, but that wasn’t possible. He had to content himself with saving one very special girl.

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