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"Let me,” she whispered, positioning herself over him.

"My pleasure.” The tone of his voice reflected his need.

Slowly she lowered herself onto him, one inch at a time, until he was so far inside her she could feel him prodding at her womb. His penis was thick and ridged, and she felt every tiny bump against her tender skin.

Jim's big hands settled at her hips, steadying her. He released her nipple from his mouth and raked his eyes over her.

"God, you've got the tightest cunt I've ever fucked.” His voice was low and hoarse. “I can feel every inch of that plug in your ass."

Michael had moved around to stand in back of Jim, and now he leaned over him and palmed Holly's breasts, scraping his thumbs across the hot, hard nipples. “Lean forward, sweetheart,” he commanded, “so Duncan can play, too. Jim, make room for him."

Jim spread his legs on either side of the lounger, his hands holding Holly firmly in place on his cock. Duncan knelt behind her and reached around to pinch her clit between thumb and forefinger.

"Ride him, lass, and we'll make sure you go off good."

She began to move up and down on the stiff penis, Jim's hands guiding her and holding her steady. The oil in her rectum spread its stimulating heat throughout her body, driving her with an incredible force. Michael toyed with her nipples and Duncan with her clit, settling into the rhythm of her movements. Every time she lifted and settled back down, skin rasped against her clit while fingers rolled and pinched the hard, beaded points of her nipples.

Duncan's mouth fastened on the spot where her neck joined her shoulder, nipping and licking as she rode Jim's cock. Michael leaned his head further over Jim's and took her mouth, teasing her with his tongue, licking the insides of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, coaxing her own tongue to tangle with his.

The need that had been rising inside her began to spread outward through her body, heating her skin and sending wave after wave of her cream onto Jim's pulsing cock. With her vaginal muscles clamped onto him, she squeezed him and milked him, pulling every ounce of response from him.

When his body tightened and his hands gripped her harder she knew he was close.

"Now, sweet cheeks.” His voice was ragged and uneven. “Make it happen now."

Fingers pinched and dragged at her clit as she rose and fell twice more, and then she was there, falling over the edge and taking him with her. Their bodies shook and shuddered together, their groans intermingled as the orgasm tossed them in its clutches. Michael's hands moved to her head, holding it in place so the kiss was never broken. Duncan nipped at her shoulder again, then licked spot to soothe it.

At last, the aftershocks dissipated, and she collapsed forward onto Jim, his arms wrapped around her as Michael backed away. Duncan's fingers probed to where she and Jim were joined, rubbing the stretched lips of her cunt and running his finger up and down the cleft of her ass.

"Ye don't know how gorgeous ye look with that plug in your dark hole,” he told her, his brogue thickening. “The only thing that would be better would be if it was my dick inside you there."

Michael clapped him on the shoulder. “Later, old man. Meanwhile I think our little girl needs some rest, don't you? We have a big day and an even bigger evening planned."

Holly felt limp as a noodle as hands lifted her from Jim's body, then placed her on the empty lounger. Duncan returned and pressed a fresh mug of coffee in her hands.

"This'll help you get your strength back,” he grinned. “I added just a touch of brandy to it."

The three men sat around unselfconsciously with their own drinks, chatting as if they were in a local pub. The only difference was they were all completely nude and idly stroking their cocks with their free hands, Jim's still only semi-erect after his climax. Holly couldn't take her eyes away from them, curiosity consuming her.

Michael got her look. “You like watching us, sweetheart? You've seen me do this before."

"I know.” She sipped her coffee. “And one or two of our friends. It's just, well, after last night..."

Duncan threw his head back and laughed. “I take it she's never seen any of your male friends fucking you before."

Michael grinned and shook his head. “No but did you see how fascinated she was?"

Holly felt heat suffuse her face. She was sure her entire body was blushing.

"Maybe we should put on a show for her while she's resting,” Jim suggested. “Would that turn you on, sweet cheeks?"

Unbelievably Holly felt the pulse beating in her vagina and cream running onto her thigh. And the oil Michael had rubbed into the tunnel of her ass still stimulated her, maintaining a level of arousal that the climax had barely taken the edge off. She squeezed her legs together, hoping everyone would buy her air of nonchalance. But Michael knew her far too well.

"Look at her eyes,” he said, stroking his cock a little harder. “You bet it would turn her on. Why, sweetheart, if I'd known that, we could have been doing a lot more things in our threesomes all this time."

"I think Jim needs to be the man on the bottom,” Duncan said. “He already got his rocks off today while the two of us just got to watch."

"Fine by me,” Jim said. “Who's got the lube?"

Holly knew by the condition of their penises both Michael and Duncan were already fully aroused. They wouldn't take much preparation. She watched avidly as Duncan fetched a large tube of gel from the cabin while Jim slouched down in the chair, throwing his legs over the arms to expose his anus.

Duncan took one of the extra canvas pads and placed it on the deck to kneel on. Then, squeezing a large dollop of gel on his finger, he inserted it into Jim's ass, stroking back and forth as he did so, wiggling his finger. He did this twice more and Holly watched Jim's brown eyes darken almost to the colour of coffee. A muscle jumped in his cheek. She gripped her mug and forced herself to take a calming sip of the cooling liquid.

Duncan liberally slathered his cock and passed the tube over his shoulder to Michael. Taking his shaft in his hand, he pressed it against Jim's asshole and slowly pushed it inside. Jim's sudden intake of breath was the only signal that something had invaded his body.

Then Michael repeated the process with his dick and Duncan's ass, balancing himself on the cheeks of his buttocks and pushing himself inside with one strong stroke. Duncan groaned and tightened his grip on the arms of the chair.

Every pulse in Holly's body throbbed, harder and harder. No matter how tightly she squeezed her legs desire thrummed through her, threatening to consume her body. The sight of the three men was the most erotic she had ever seen.

Slowly they began to move as one unit, cocks moving in and out as if the bodies were all fused together. It was like a choreographed ballet, each man performing his role perfectly. Their groans mingled as the passion grew. Duncan's hips increasing their speed, and Michael's keeping right up with him.

Holly saw muscles tighten, heard their cries increase in intensity. She was afraid to touch herself for fear of her own reaction so she just gripped her mug and crossed her legs. But when the men erupted, their orgasms loud and violent, her own body reacted by itself, a climax rolling through her like an immutable wave. Everything contracted—her vagina, her womb, the muscles low in her abdomen. She rubbed herself back and forth across the rough canvas of the chair mat as if she was actually fucking someone, unable to control her response.

When the men had pulled out and collapsed on the deck, Michael happened to glance over at her and a wide grin split his face.

"I think that's a first, sweetheart.” The words were uneven as he still fought to control his breathing. “If I'd known you could get off without touching yourself just buy watching, I'd have done this a long time ago."

All the men were smiling at her now as they sprawled in the aftermath of sex. She didn't know what to say. Her thighs were soaked and she knew the chair mat beneath her was, also.

"I think it gives us some ideas for the rest of the week,” Jim pointed out. “But first, I know I'm not the only one who needs a shower right now."

Michael came over to the lounger, set her mug aside and helped her up. “I think we can take that shower together, don't you?"

The shower took much longer than usual because the men couldn't keep their hands off each other or Holly. Michael removed the butt plug from her and Duncan provided a light anal douche to rinse out the oil. Then each man took his turn to clean up the after effects of their combined orgasms.

Holly was soaped, rinsed, rubbed, her rectum and her cunt thoroughly examined and washed as they prepared her for the rest of the day and the evening. Halfway through the process they were all so consumed with a need for her that they insisted on a break in the bathing process.

Duncan sat on the bench in the corner holding her on his lap and draped her legs over his thighs. His hands reached around and opened her cunt as wide as possible, leaning back to give the other two the best possible access. Jim, who had not looked his fill earlier, sat on the floor of the shower, leaned forward and began lapping her and shoving his tongue into her tight canal.

Michael stood just to the side and turned her head enough to slip his cock past her lips. While Duncan stimulated her clit and Jim fucked her with his tongue, Michael slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Despite his very recent climax, he was already hard and swollen. Holly knew he had incredible stamina and could go more times in a short period than any man she'd ever met.

And despite her own climax before, she felt the heat spiking through her again, reaching out to every inch of her body. She lifted her hand to curve her fingers around Michael's penis. The faster Jim moved his tongue, the harder she sucked. Fire raced through her igniting every nerve and setting every muscle to convulsing.

When her orgasm hit, she tightened her grip on Michael and screamed her climax around him as thick jets of cum spurted into her mouth. Duncan manipulated her clit, prolonging her release, as Jim drank and drank from her.

At last, she was left draped across Duncan, thoroughly exhausted.

Michael leaned down and kissed her, a gentle, affectionate kiss. “I think the baby needs a nap,” he said in a very soft voice. “Play time's over for now, gentlemen."

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For the rest of the day, they might have been any four friends off on a holiday at a cottage in Scotland. They drove into Dunvegan for lunch, and Duncan gave them a tour of the village. Holly, who loved architecture, adored the mixture of traditional stone houses with the modern.

"It's yesterday and today all mixed together,” she commented, staring out the window, eyes alight with interest.

When they passed Dunvegan Castle, she made him stop at the roadside so she could take pictures.

"This place is home to the Clan Macleod,” he explained. “They've occupied the castle continuously since the thirteenth century."

"I wish we could get inside,” she told him wistfully.

"Maybe on another trip, when they're having a public function."

They ate a late lunch at a local pub, dawdling over their food and drinks, the men telling one bawdy joke after another. By the time they returned to the cabin, they were all pleasantly mellow, the edge of the morning's activities gone but anticipation for the evening ahead gripping them.

The weather was pleasant, the blowing breeze fairly mild, and the scent of the water crisp in the air. Duncan served drinks and snacks out on the deck, the party mood of the afternoon continuing. But when the last of the day's light had faded, they moved indoors and the eager expectation of what lay ahead was thick in the air.

In their own rooms, everyone shed their clothes and showered. Holly sprayed perfume Michael had given her liberally on her body and brushed her hair until it shone.

"You look beautiful.” Michael kissed her on the tip of her nose, then took her mouth in a deep kiss.

Holly was startled at first by the unexpected possessiveness. This wasn't like Michael at all. They were a couple. It was understood. And no matter what activities they engaged in, everyone knew that he was her Master. So what was going on? When he finally drew back she raised her eyebrows.

"Michael?"

He gave her ass a gentle slap. “This week's going to be hot and heavy. Four instead of three, for example. I ‘m just making sure you know who you belong to."

"I wear your collar, don't I?” She was puzzled by his attitude.

"Yes, but—"

"Ready in there?” Duncan called, interrupting whatever he was going to say.

"All set,” Michael called, then put his mouth close to Holly's ear. “Just remember. Mine."

When they entered the great room, Jim and Duncan were lounging on the couch, naked, their hands nonchalantly rubbing their cocks. Their eyes were dark with sexual expectation and the heads of their cocks already purple and swollen. Holly felt the heat they radiated reach out and envelop her.

Music played again, this time a combination of something soft yet with a steady beat, and candles burned on every surface of the room. Duncan had stoked up the fire so the room was toasty warm, and the fragrant scent of the burning wood blended in the air with the vanilla and jasmine of the candles.

A tray of drinks stood ready on the bar. Michael took one for himself and handed one to Holly.

"To a great week,” Duncan toasted.

They all raised their glasses and drank.

Duncan rose and came to where Holly was standing, a large square of silk in his hand. “Holly, my love, we thought it might enhance the experience for you if you were blindfolded. Makes it more arousing,"

She and Michael had used the blindfold many times, so she just nodded her head and stood quietly while he folded the silk and tied it firmly around her head.

Someone's hands pulled at her nipples until she felt them harden and distend. A tiny pinch made her gasp.

"Nipple clamps.” Jim's voice. “My contribution to the assortment of toys for the week. They look gorgeous on you, sweet cheeks. You have nipples made for sucking and tormenting."