Unwrapping Holly

I bore down as he thrusted up, feeling his pulses, squeezing every drop from my lover’s throbbing cock as I milked him into my pussy. Everything was explosive: the heat, the wetness, the pressure of having two men in a place only one had ever been… it all combined to bring Lincoln off just seconds later, physically lifting us as his ass thrusted upward from the floor.

“UNNNGGHHHH!”

He hissed his orgasm into my face, every muscle in his body going utterly rigid. Then I felt him go off as well, in a searing, molten rush. Throbbing, exploding, pumping my impossibly tight channel full of his cream.

I collapsed forward onto his chest as he gripped me, still in the throes of ultimate pleasure. Still shooting, firing, filling me up… my pussy contracting around him, as if greedy for every last thing he could possibly give.

It was a full minute later before Brody slipped out of me, creating a giant, gooey mess. I could feel their combined seed come boiling out of me, running down my thighs, pooling on the floor between Lincoln’s muscular thighs even as he kept himself buried in my sweltering core.

“We have got to do that again!” Brody cried, falling backwards into some pillows.

I was hugging my lover, totally spent. Unable to say anything. Unable to even move, until he wanted to move me.

“Yeah…” breathed Lincoln. “Definitely. And next time you need to last longer!”

“Are you kidding?” Brody protested. “I just couldn’t. It was too hot, too tight. To fucking crazy in there.”

“I know, I know,” chuckled Lincoln. “I was in there too.”

In time we slid apart, all of us on our backs with our feet to the fire. Feeling the warmth of the flames against our bare toes as we stared at the vaulted cabin ceiling.

“Merry Christmas,” I laughed, when I could breath again.

They both turned my way and looked at each other. Then they began tickling me at the same time.

“Yeah,” Lincoln admonished between my giggles. “Merry Christmas to you!”

Forty-Six

HOLLY

I stirred in the darkness, secure beneath the warmth of three layers of blankets. Between that, and the two gorgeous men snoring on either side of me, I was feeling pretty fucking toasty.

Too toasty.

My stomach growled, and not for the first time. I was hungry. Starving, even. Sometime after our tryst in front the fire, the three of us had yawned our way up to the master bedroom on the second floor… without even so much as a snack before bed.

I had no idea what time it was. In all the fun I’d had with the boys last night, and all the things we’d done afterward, time seemed to lose all meaning.

Silently I slipped downward, crawling my way out from the base of the mattress. Luckily the sheets weren’t too tucked in. I managed to extract myself without waking anyone, and pushed open the door to the room.

A blast of cold enveloped me, and I retreated inside to grab some clothes. I wasn’t adverse to wandering the house in my underwear, but not if it meant shivering.

A quick pair of sweatpants and two T-shirts later — one of them Brody’s — I was on my way to the kitchen. I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d find in the fridge, but the snacks we’d bought at the convenience store sounded incredibly good all of a sudden. Even Lincoln’s vast selection of beef jerky.

I crossed the living room, past the sad remains of our roaring fire. A few glowing embers cast an orange pall over our makeshift sexual ‘picnic’, illuminating the blankets and pillows and sheets.

Double-penetration.

The phrase was dirty. Naughty. Incredible arousing.

Double-vaginal, actually.

I still couldn’t believe it. Neither could my swollen entrance. I was pleasantly, satisfyingly sore between the legs, to the point where I was being careful with my steps. But it had been worth it. Every glorious, beautiful second of it…

And they want to do it again…

I chuckled as I crossed the threshold into the kitchen. I’d have to ask for some sort of a break, maybe. At least in the morning. Waking up next to them, the warmth of my womanly body pressed against theirs, I had a feeling one or both of them would be raring to go. And if that were the case, maybe I’d accommodate them. But only with my mouth…