"God, your cunt is so tight and wet, Abby. You feel so good. No wonder Jack can't get enough of this hot pussy.” Clay gasped out the words as he continued to pound his cock into her. His thrusts became shorter and harder until he finally exploded into her, bellowing out his release.
Abby felt limp. “Are you okay, angel?” Jack leaned over her and caressed her cheek as Clay pulled himself from her body.
She smiled tremulously up at him and whispered. “I'm fine, Jack. You were right. I've never felt like this before."
"I'm glad, sweetie, but you're talking like it's over.” He kissed her. “We're just getting started, right Clay?"
"Damn right,” Clay responded. Abby looked down to where he stood between her legs, his cock still erect and a naughty grin lighting his features.
Jack slipped from the table and scooped Abby up in his arms while Clay followed them. They walked into the bedroom where Clay stripped the covers back from the bed, moving over so that Jack could deposit Abby in the center. Clay and Jack lay on either side of her, Jack's arm encircling her waist. Clay dropped a kiss on her shoulder.
"What now?” Abby wanted to know. She couldn't believe that she had ever been nervous. She felt so relaxed and comfortable lying between the two men.
"Now we're going to take a little breather and rest. Believe me, angel, you're going to need it before this night is done.” Jack told her.
Clay just grinned.
Abby couldn't wait.
Outside the cabin, a shadow slid away from the kitchen window. “Damn that bitch. It's time to end their little party. It won't be long now. She thinks she's so hot, with two men panting after her ass, but she'll soon find out that she's just a stupid little cunt.” The rasping voice muttered as the figure crossed the clearing and entered the woods. Over and over the voice repeated. “Stupid little cunt. Stupid little cunt.” Then the darkness of the forest closed around the dark form and muffled all sound.
The warm feel of hands brushing over her pubic hair woke Abby. Keeping her eyes closed, she turned toward the movement, spreading her legs to the invading touch. Skillful fingers pressed up into her channel as wetness seeped from her core, and she whimpered, wanting more. A delicate lick stroked across her nipple, a hand caressing her other tightly beaded tip. From behind her, another hand massaged her buttocks, another tongue explored the crevice between the soft mounds. Abby whimpered again, craving the dark touches. Her eyelids fluttered up and her vision filled with the top of Clay's head as he feasted on her breasts and his hand played between her thighs. She realized then that it was Jack's touch she felt on her bottom, his mouth moving closer and closer to that most forbidden spot, the spot that he had sworn earlier that he would claim for his own. Then she felt the first, delicate rasp across the sensitive tissue.
Clay lifted his head and stared into her eyes. His hands shifted and he rolled to his back, pulling Abby away from Jack until she lay fully stretched over his body. Pulling her face down, he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring all the hidden crevices of her mouth. Then he pushed her up until she straddled him, his cock standing at rigid attention before her. His hand reached across to the nightstand where he found another condom, and he gave it to Abby, who opened it quickly and rolled it over his straining member. She put out a hand to encircle his swollen cock, and he gasped out a moan, arching up into her hand. “God, yes, Abby. Again.” She complied with his request, stroking up and down with a firm grasp. “Ride me, honey.” He lifted her into position, and she sank down, engulfing his cock inside her tight tunnel. She moved up and down at the direction of his hands, utterly at the mercy of his demands. Jack moved on the bed, reaching over to pull something out of the drawer in the bedside table. It was a tube of lubricant, and Abby's eyes widened in apprehension. She knew what he wanted. He had told her before. He wanted to fuck her ass. But ... both of them? At the same time? God, could she take two men at once?
She stilled on Clay's body, apprehensive about what was going to happen. But he pulled her down onto his chest and whispered in her ear. “Shh, honey. It'll be fine. Just relax. You can do this. I know you can take us both. I swear we wouldn't do anything to hurt you.” Then he kissed her again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock in her cunt.
She felt the coldness of the lube as Jack squeezed it onto her ass and proceeded to work it over the tightly puckered rosette. His finger traced around the hole before pressing forward, penetrating her as he had done previously. In and out, he pushed the single digit, finally adding a second finger. With Clay's cock already invading her cunt, the fingers inside her asshole gave her a feeling of aching pressure. Jack twisted and turned his fingers, stretching her more until he added a third. Now she really felt full, riding the cusp between pleasure and pain. “Jack, God, Jack. No more.” Yet even as she spoke, her body arched into his motions in contradiction to her words. Clay raised his hips in time with Jack's hand, and Abby responded, moaning and thrashing her head from side to side as she moved with their rhythm. It felt so good. They continued until Abby begged, “More. Give me more. Please, oh, please."
Jack pulled his fingers from Abby. She looked back in protest and then saw him grab the tube of lubricant to smother his cock with the slick gel. She turned back to Clay who pulled her down to kiss her, momentarily distracting her. Then she felt Jack probing with his blunt hardness against her tight opening. As the pressure built she instinctively tried to draw away, but Clay held her steady, murmuring words of reassurance. Using his hands, he separated the cheeks of her ass to give Jack more room. Firmly, Jack continued to press forward.
"Bear down, Abby.” Clay directed.
"No, no, I can't do this,” Abby gasped, feeling a burn begin in her anal passage as Jack's cock began to enter her.
"Yes, you can, baby,” Jack encouraged her. “You can do this. Press down, sweetheart."
Abby stared down into Clay's brown eyes. His hands held her steady for Jack's penetration. “Clay, please. It hurts.” She whispered to him. “Tell Jack to stop."
"You know Jack loves you, right, Abby?"
She nodded in agreement, tears brimming in her eyes.
"He's not going to do anything to hurt you, Abby. Just press down."
Jack added his gentle command to Clay's. “I swear, Abby, it'll be better soon. Bear down. Now.” His demanding voice reached her as nothing else had, and she did as they said, pressing down against Jack's invading length. He slid in another inch. “That's good, baby. Again."
Abby followed his instruction, and he finally slid into her completely, his balls bumping against her curved ass. “Yes, angel. Hell, yes."
Abby cried out at the pain that felt so good. “Jack. Ohmigod, Jack.” Abby had never felt so full, so possessed. Both Jack and Clay remained still, allowing Abby to adjust to the feel of both cocks inside her tight passages.
"Yes, baby. You're beautiful. Perfect. You feel so good. So fucking tight.” Jack moaned in her ear.
Clay joined him. “Beautiful, Abby.” He pulled her down to kiss her again passionately, and her body began to relax and accept this new experience. Jack leaned down and braced himself before pulling out again. This time as he sank into her, Clay withdrew, the two of them setting up an opposing pattern of thrust and withdraw. Abby arched up and down, accepting each cock as it entered her, giving her body to the pleasure they offered. Her cunt flooded with her juices, so aroused she couldn't think a coherent thought. As the two men slaked their lusts on her willing body, Abby spiraled further and further out of control. Distantly she could hear her own voice, huskily begging and pleading with the two men to fuck her harder, faster, deeper. She came, a brief, unexpected climax that did nothing to ease her arousal. Instead, it ratcheted up a notch. A tremor began deep inside her. Waves of pleasure trembled over her, again and again. Several more short, hard orgasms jerked through her body. Clay and Jack quickened their pace.
"Oh, angel, give me more. Yes, look at you. So hot. Give us more.” Jack stroked down her back in a delicious caress.
She moaned, unable to speak, lost to rapture. Her breath came in short gasps; her eyes lost their focus. It felt as if a hot wire inside her was winding tighter and tighter. How much more pleasure could it take? Then Jack's voice. “Come for us, angel. Come now.” At his words, the wire snapped and she screamed, the sound echoing around the room as she fell into the strongest climax of her life. It rolled over her, pounding like waves beating against a shoreline. Jack's shout of completion was followed closely by Clay's, and they throbbed inside her, emptying their cum into her willing body.
Jack withdrew from her and fell to the side. Easing her from him, Clay moved Abby to lie between the two men, all three of them limp but pulsing with satisfaction. “Damn,” Clay managed to say.
Jack just laid a hand on Abby's thigh, squeezing lightly. Abby moaned low in her throat once, and then her eyes flickered shut and she slept.
Only she and Jack occupied the big bed the next morning. Turning her head, she looked over to meet his clear blue eyes. He smiled and rose over her. “Good morning, angel,” he murmured and leaned down to give her a long, leisurely kiss.
"Mmm. Good morning to you, too."
"How are you feeling?” he asked.
She stretched and felt a few muscles that she hadn't known existed, reminding her of the night she had just spent. “A little achy, but not too bad."
"Are you sorry, Abby?” Jack asked. Although he knew that Abby had thoroughly enjoyed herself and everything that they had done the night before, he also knew that things done in the heat of passion sometimes seemed different in the light of day.
She met his gaze head on. “No, I'm not sorry, Jack,” she reassured him, reaching up to caress his cheek, and he turned his face to plant a loving kiss in her open palm. “It's not something that I'd want to do all the time, but I have to confess that it blew my mind. I've never felt anything like that before."
A relieved expression crossed his face. “Thank God.” His face grew serious. “Do you have any idea how much I love you? You are my life."
"I love you too. So much it scares me.” They kissed again, gently, and smiled into each other's eyes.
"Come on, you two lovebirds,” came a call from the kitchen. “Up and at ‘em. Daylight's burning."
Jack and Abby reluctantly got up and, after showering and dressing, they joined Clay in the kitchen, where he had breakfast already on the table. Abby thought she would feel awkward in Clay's company, but he put her at ease, dropping a quick kiss on her nose before pushing her down into a chair. “Morning, beautiful lady."
"Hi, Clay. Wow! This looks great."
"Yeah, hard to believe I've got a great body and I can cook, too."
She laughed. “Someday you'll make someone the perfect wife."
He snorted, and Jack laughed. They dug in and had soon polished off their meal. Abby volunteered to clean the kitchen, so the two men walked outside. Their conversation grew serious, going over again the ground that they had covered before and speculating who could be harassing Jack and Abby.
Clay was the first to notice something wrong. “What is that smell?"
Jack sniffed and searched the sky. “Hell. Something's on fire!"
"Damn, you're right. Look.” Clay pointed in the direction of the second cabin, the one in which Abby had been staying.
"Fuck.” Smoke filled the sky above the area in which the cabin was located.
Jack ran inside, startling Abby where she stood washing the dishes. “There's a fire at the other cabin, Abby. Do you know how to use a short-wave radio?"
Abby nodded her head. “Beau taught me to use one on his boat."
"Great. Contact the sheriff's office and have them call out the volunteers. We're probably going to need some help up here.” Abby dried her hands and turned to go. “And Abby,” Jack's hands grabbed her shoulders, “lock all the doors and don't go outside. I don't know what's going on, but I really don't like this. My gun is in the table by my bed. I want you go get it and lock yourself in the bedroom. I'll come check on you as soon as I can. Do not come out unless Clay or I come and get you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Jack. And please, be careful, okay?” She pulled his head down to give him a quick hard kiss. “I love you."
"I love you too, angel. I've got to go help Clay. Lock up behind me."
He dashed out the door, and Abby reached down to turn the lock. Then she went to the front door and did the same. The short-wave radio was in Jack's bedroom, so she hurried down the hall and entered the room, shutting and locking the door before turning to the radio.
"Well, well, well.” Suddenly, a gun was pressed against Abby's back. “What do we have here? Jack's newest little playmate?"
Abby froze in shock. It was a woman's voice. “That's good. Don't move.” The woman walked around to stand in front of Abby, pistol pointed directly at her stomach. Abby's heart lurched. She recognized her. It was the woman from the picture. Jack's ex-fiancée, Lauren.
Oh my God. Was this the stalker who had been giving them such hell? The woman looked wild. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes were soiled and torn.
Lauren looked Abby over, her eyes hard as stone. “What on earth does he see in you? I mean, you're not even that attractive, if you ask me. Unless you go for that lost waif look, and that was never Jack's speed. He's always preferred a more sophisticated woman. Like me.” Her eyes traveled up and down Abby's tense form. “No, I honestly don't know what he sees in you. Except you do seem willing to play his little dirty games with him.” A knowing smile crossed her face. “Yes, you are a little wild tiger in bed, I'll give you that. I mean you sure seemed to like everything he was doing to you that day in the rain. And sharing him with Clay? Well, hell, who would have thought you'd have it in you? A little mouse like you."
She laughed, a high-pitched, slightly maniacal sound that frightened Abby even more than her words. If this woman was as out of control as Abby feared, there was no telling what she might do. Abby kept an eye warily on the gun clutched in Lauren's hand. “But he'll get tired of you. I mean, there's only so much of your little homespun goodness that he can take before he O.D.'s on all the sugar and spice. Yes, it won't be too long before he'll want me back again. I know Jack. But just in case, I need to make sure that you're completely out of the picture. I wouldn't want him to stay with you out of some misguided sense of honor. That would just never do, don't you agree?"