Hot Summer Nights

Chapter 8

Four hands caressed her ass, switching back and forth so she was sure which were Adam's and which were Michael's. Fingers drifted down to her p***y, gathering her cream and rubbing it into the tight muscle around her anus. Then one pair of hands gently parted the cheeks of her ass while other fingers inserted more of the cooling gel. This time it was two fingers, exploring her dark channel, rubbing the softening tissues, touching nerves she'd never realized existed there.

A hand left her buttock and dropped to her cunt, rubbing her slit from front to back.

"God, Shannon/" Mike's voice was husky. "I can't believe how wet and open you are. You were made for this sugar."

"Shannon?" Adam's voice. "I'm going to replace my fingers with a plug. It will burn a little at first but if you relax it will go in much better. So. Take in a deep breath, but don't let it out until I tell you. Nod if you understand."

She nodded and wriggled her ass for them.

Adam laughed. "I believe the little witch is making demands," Adam laughed.

"Well, just this one time we'll let her." He smacked Shannon's buttocks. "But just this once, sugar. Okay, let's get on with it."

Hands separated her ass cheeks again, and she took in a deep breath as she'd been told to. Something pressed at her anus, something harder and wider than Adam's fingers.

"Breathe out, Shannon," Adam reminded. "Right now."

As she let the breathe out she felt the plug push past the tightness of the sphincter and the tip enter her rectum.

"Again, sugar," Mike ordered.

And again she hauled in a lungful of air, and as she blew it out slowly the plug advanced inexorably, until finally it was in all the way, filling her, stretching her, the slight burn long since turned to a feeling of dark, thrilling pleasure. Mike smacked each cheek hard, once, stimulated her already overstimulated nerves, then turned her over and place her on her back.

She opened her eyes to see him standing beside her holding a strange contraption in his hand.

"This is a ball gag, sugar," he explained. This ball fits in your mouth and the straps fasten behind your head. You will want to scream with pleasure. Very loud. Although we're very isolated here, you never know when stray traffic will come by. Besides, it's good training for other situations. Don't be afraid of it."

She swallowed the anxiety that crept up-this was Mike; she could trust him; and Adam, too-and obligingly opened her mouth. While Mike was fitting the gag in place, Adam was fastening soft leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles and tiding them to the four corners of the bed. Mike placed a pillow beneath her hips, then both men stood back to admire their handiwork.

"It's a feast," Adam said, his voice tinged with awe. "I don't know where to start first."

"I think we'll remove the n****e clamps," Mike said. "She's had them on long enough for the first time. Besides, I want to suck on those breasts without anything in the way."

When the clamps were loosened, Shannon was gripped by the strangest feeling. At first all she felt was pain, as the blood rushed to the constricted places. But then her body released such a rush of endorphins she felt hot all over and ready to f**k either or both of them. Now.

Mark lay down on one side of her, Adam on the other, and they each took a breast in hand, sucking the n*****s in what was obviously a long practiced rhythm. Their mouths felt warm and soothing after the constriction of the clamps, but in a way she missed them, missed the pressure on those tender buds. She wished she could ask them if she'd get to wear them again, but the ball gag prevented any but the most gurgling sounds.

While Mike continued to ravish her breasts, plumping them in his hands and alternately using his lips and his teeth on the n*****s, Adam slid down the bed and moved until he was lying between her legs.

"Shaved." His tongue lapped the fleshy part at the top of her mons. "I loved shaved p***y. There isn't much better in the world than the taste of it.

Opening the lips of her cunt as if he was unwrapping a package, he licked the length of her slit, gathering her juices on his tongue and spreading them on the insides of her thighs. Shannon's skin quivered at her touch and it frustrated her that her legs were stretched so far apart. She wants to squeeze them together to ease the throbbing deep within her v****a.

"Naughty, naughty," Adam cautioned as he watched her strain against the ankle cuffs. "We want this little playground wide open for everyone's pleasure, ours and yours. If you disobey you'll have to be punished. Right, Mike?"

"No doubt." He stroked one cheek with the tips of his fingers. "And this time, sugar, we'll give the old flogger a try."

Shannon was stunned that the mention of the flogger heated her even more. She heard Adam's low chuckle as two of his fingers proved her p***y. "I think she likes that, Michael. As soon as you said flogger her little muscles clamped down on my fingers and she gave me a fresh rush of liquid. I can't believe you were afraid your lifestyle would turn her off."

"My bad," he grumbled. "I won't make that mistake again."

Adam placed his mouth directly on her open cunt and thrust his tongue in and out, his clever fingers tugging and pulling on her clit at the same time. Mike continued to pay attention to her breast until there wasn't an inch of them that didn't thrum with pleasure.

"She's hot," Adam commented, removing the butterfly and moving his lips to enclose her clit. "Very hot."

Mike stroked her face again, pushing a strand of hair behind her ears. "Would you like to come, sugar? Would you like us to let you have that climax climbing through your body?"