Escape to the Country Page 3

  I bucked for more and tipped my head to the ceiling. Tim grabbed my shoulders and rode me farther onto their impalement. They were both inside me, both fucking me at the same time, stretching me, filling me. I’d never been so close to splitting, tearing. It was a sharp erotic bite of pain that made me crave more and more.

  The palm of her hand caught on my clit, rasping in perfect time with Tim’s movements. I heard a shout leave my mouth, but it sounded like it’d come from underwater. The blood rushed through my ears so fast it was both deafening and disorientating. I was in another dimension.

  “Come for us, Annie,” Jane said breathlessly. “Come so I can watch you the way you watched me. We need to know what a real one looks like.”

  Like falling off a cliff and giving myself up to the power of gravity, I let my whole body be overtaken by their expert handling. Every muscle in my pelvis contracted like coiled springs. Every nerve stored up energy, ready for the pounding explosion. My mouth opened in a silent cry and my gaze glued onto Jane’s. Her wide pupils flashed with delight.

  The pressure was so intense. they drove so deep. We were like one being, and as I shuddered through the convulsions, they carried on increasing the tempo, squeezing every last drip of pleasure from me, blasting in and rubbing harder. It was as if they wouldn’t be happy until I was a boneless heap of orgasmic waste.

  “Oh, God,” I squealed. “That’s it…please…” I buried my head on Jane’s shoulder. The sensations were too much to bear. It was more intense than I’d ever experienced. There was pain, there was pleasure—it was out of my control. “No more.”

  “Hang on, baby,” Tim grunted behind me. “Hang on one more sec.” I felt his cock freeze deep inside then he too was convulsing. Grinding out his own powerful climax and taking his pleasure from my wrecked body.

  Jane moved her hand to my nipples and began to tweak and pull, elongating the swollen points to sharp, painful arrows. I whimpered in delight and shivered for more of her torment.

  Tim carried on moving, the slit on his dick rubbing at my g-spot. Before I knew it, another orgasm captured me. The sensations in my roughly handled tits flew straight to the walls of my vagina and catapulted me into another wave of spasms. “Don’t stop,” I cried out, arching back onto Tim, frantic he’d think I was finished and stop his thrusting. “Please, don’t stop, not yet.”

  He took the hint and carried on fucking me. Jayne squeezed my erect nipples so hard I knew there’d be bruises the next day.

  “There you go,” Jane said triumphantly into my hair. “That’s how you like it, isn’t it, Annie? A bit of pain mixed in with the pleasure. Its okay, we know that now. It’ll all be alright.”

  A snake of anticipation ran up my spine as Tim stilled and bent to kiss the back of my neck. “We’ve got all weekend to work on it,” he murmured. “Jane will send us back to London Karma Sutra experts.”

  “Huh, hmm.” Someone fake-clearing their throat at the head of the bed caused me to snap up my head. To my utter shock, Teresa was sitting crossed-legged on the pillows, wrapping a band around her floaty hair and looking directly at me encased between Tim and Jane.

  “I’m here to help too,” she said, licking her scarlet glossed lips. “I want to help Tim and Annie find out what they need to know to keep each other coming every night.”

  I stared at her through dazed eyes and a surge of excitement pulsed through me. What did she mean find out what we needed to know? I looked at Jane. She was smiling up at me with a confident serenity I was sure I’d never match. My head felt fuzzed, like I’d had too much wine.

  Tim pulled out with a soft slide and tugged me upright off the end of the bed, “Come here, gorgeous,” he said, dragging my weak body against his hot, bare chest. “You gonna be okay with this?”

  “Sure, she is,” Jane said, standing next to me. “She knows it will be good for her.” She tucked a curl behind my ear. “Come on, let’s go down for dessert. We’ll all need our strength for later.”

  Chapter Three

  We sat out in the near darkness with bowls of strawberries and meringue—the sugar was extra sweet, the strawberries bursting with ripeness. It was as though my senses had been heightened, increased. It was a lovely feeling. An owl hooted nearby and the sound vibrated through my chest the way Jane’s laughter tinkled into my ears. I stole a look at Teresa; her lips were the colour of the berry she was sucking, her hair the yellow of corn fields. Her eyes caught mine, and she smiled then tugged at her bottom lip with her tooth as she looked at my chest, contained once more in my green vest top.

  “How about a midnight swim?” Matt said, clattering his spoon into his empty bowl.

  “Sounds good,” Carl agreed, swigging from a stubby bottle of beer. “As long as the girls agree to skinny dip.”

  “You’re so predictable, Carl.” Jane laughed.

  “I can’t help it. There’s something about the way naked bodies look in the water at night. The pool lights make them shimmer and glow. It really appeals to me.”

  “I’m with you on that one,” Tim said, nodding at the perfectly flat pool pierced by white spot lights just below the surface. “But it’s only really fair if everyone’s naked, don’t you think?”

  “Yes,” said Teresa, “and Carl knows that’s the rule. He just tries to get out of it.”

  “No, I don’t.” Carl looked indignant.

  Matt laughed. “Oh, come on, let’s just get in.” He pushed up from the table and strode towards the water. As he walked, he shoved down his swim shorts and stepped out of them without breaking his stride. He raised his hands, bounced on his toes and did a perfect, straight dive into the deep end.

  “Do you think we should swim so soon after eating?” I worried, watching him surface and flick his blond hair to the side.

  “It’s been a while since the BBQ,” Tim said, leaning into me. “And a few strawberries and a bit of meringue are hardly going to weigh you down, are they?”

  “I suppose,” I said.

  “It’ll be fine,” Jane said. “We’ll go in together. You coming, Teresa?”

  Teresa stood. “Would be rude not to.”

  I stood with them, and as they began to peel off clothes, I slipped out of mine. I didn’t feel self-conscious about being bare around Tim, Jane or even Teresa, but Matt and Carl made me cross my arms over my chest and flatten a palm over my pubes as I scurried through the cooling air to the pool.

  Jane leapt in like a bomb. The men laughed and clapped as she surfaced, her hair flattened behind her and her long lashes heavy with drips. She swam to the side and grabbed Tim’s ankle. He was still in his shorts, but her unexpected yank caught him off guard and he toppled in with a surprised shout.

  “Are we jumping in or doing it the slow way?” Teresa asked, reaching for the hand at my chest.

  “Er…let’s jump.”

  “Okay.” She pulled me to the edge and tugged me into the air.

  I caught my breath as the water enveloped me. It roared in my ears, filled my eyes and embraced my nakedness. Reaching for the surface, I let go of Teresa’s hand and kicked out. Water invaded my pussy, cool and tickly. It lapped around my breasts as I gulped in a mouthful of air and spotted the first star in the distance.

  A thick arm locked around my waist.

  “Hey, shy girl,” Matt rumbled into my ear. He pulled me against his body, the smooth skin on his chest gliding against my back as his concrete hard thigh pressed against the length of my leg. I realised I didn’t need to swim any more. Matt being so much taller than I meant he could reach the floor of the pool quite easily and he was holding me up.

  “I’m not shy,” I huffed, though why I felt so indignant I had no idea.

  “Mmm,” he said. “Wanna prove it?”

  He pulled me all the closer and his thick erection lodged between my butt cheeks. My heart raced. “What did you have in mind?” I said in a voice that sounded husky even to my own ears. I couldn’t quite believe the way my weekend was going—not that
I was complaining.

  “Me and you,” he said in a gravelled voice. “Tim, too. It’s a long time since he’s shared anything with me. He’s well overdue.”

  The cock pressing into my butt cheeks twitched and my pussy clenched. My skin prickled as though feverish despite the cool water surrounding me. “Okay.”

  “Good.” His lips tickled my ear. “Swim to the shallow end.”

  His corded forearm released me and I kicked away, striking my hands into the air to get momentum.

  I’d only gone a few feet when Tim popped up in front of me. “Hey,” he said, grinning as he wrapped me in a tight embrace. “Where you off to?”

  I crossed my arms behind his neck and looked into his eyes. They glistened in the moonlight. He looked so happy and relaxed, the best I’d seen him in months. “I…” But how did I tell him what Matt had just suggested? “I’m just…”

  Suddenly, another hard body pressed up behind me, pushing me farther into the thick hairs and the hard muscles of Tim’s chest. “Annie wants to play,” Matt said over my head, “with both of us.”

  “Excellent,” Tim said, his grin not slipping and his eyes not moving from mine. “As long as I get to stay up front and watch her face.”

  I gasped as Tim reached for my left leg and wrapped it around his waist, stretching and exposing my nakedness against Matt’s erection. He caught my mouth in a hot, open-mouthed kiss and delved his tongue in. He tasted of sweet syrupy strawberries and sugary meringue; delicious. I burrowed my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, wanting more, needing more.

  Matt pressed a kiss to my neck and his hands travelled up my thighs, smoothed over my butt and rested in the dip of my waist. Tim’s fingers trailed down the outer edge of my breasts and he managed to pull and tweak one of my nipples to a hard point as it squashed out from his chest. He nipped and pinched the way Jane had earlier, bullying it to erection then demanding more twisting tightness. I moaned into his mouth at the exquisite sensation of him doing it exactly the way I wanted him to, treating me the way I was crying out to be handled.

  “She’s gorgeous, Tim,” Matt murmured as he continued his exploration. His fingers travelled into the crack of my butt. I tensed as I realised how vulnerable my intimate flesh was to his investigation. He slipped downward and slowly tickled over my anus, circling the taut wrinkles twice before delving lower. I moaned into Tim’s mouth and let out a shudder of shocked arousal.

  Matt’s fingers were so smooth running over my soft folds probing and stroking Tim’s penis had lodged between our bodies, the base of the shaft pressing against my pubic hair and exerting just enough pressure near my clit to make me groan and grind my hips for more.

  Tim reached for my other leg, dragged it around his body so I was straddling his hips; stretched and exposed even more to the sexy man behind me.

  Matt moved in tighter, increasing the bear hug they had me in. “Relax,” he said. “It’s all gonna be good.”

  “Mmm,” I managed, feeling sure it would be. Matt’s fingers moved backwards and he began to concentrate on my anus again, stroking and exerting pressure right in the centre of the clenched ring of flesh. My spine stiffened as he gained entry, just a little, just enough to give me a sharp jolt of delight. No-one had ever touched me there before. My lips tore from Tim’s and my eyes widened. Three arms braced around me, pinning me still.

  “She’s so tight,” Matt muttered, sliding up my back passage farther.

  I whimpered and my neck fell back on to the ball of Matt’s shoulder. My muscles spasmed around his finger, dragging him in at the same time as resisting him.

  “Good girl,” Matt said, hot breath flooding my ear. “Trust me.” His finger retreated, only to push in again—wider, thicker, two fingers this time. I never thought I’d be penetrated here, but now that I was, it felt sublime and carnal all at the same time. It was wickedly naughty, which made it all the more exciting.

  “You okay?” Tim asked.

  “Yes,” I croaked.

  “We’ll make you feel great,” he said as his dick twitched against my stomach.

  I opened my mouth to speak but instead dragged in a gasp as Matt began to scissor his fingers inside me, stretching, working and wiggling. In reflex, my hips tried to shift upwards away from the invasion, but Tim held me tight for Matt until the taut ring of muscles eased.

  I groaned as Matt took full advantage and pushed even higher. Tim caught my mouth again, kissing me gently, expertly. My fingers weaved into his hair.

  “You want me to go first?” Matt asked in a husky whisper.

  Tim lifted his mouth from mine. “Yeah,” he said, securing his grip on my thighs. “Just be gentle, okay?”

  “Of course.”

  Their voices washed over my head. My clit pulsed with need. I was hot, so burning hot in the cool, shimmering water. My nerves were on fire. Matt’s fingers slid from me and I felt the fat mushroom head of his penis prod where he’d just invaded.

  “Oh, God,” I mumbled, my fingernails digging into the palms of my hands as I clenched Tim’s hair. I spotted a ripped red condom wrapper float past. Blood pounded through my temples. He’d never fit. He’d split me in half. It was impossible.

  “We’ll stop if you don’t want this,” Tim offered with a tone of urgency. “Just give the word.”

  I looked into his face. Concern creased his brow and he tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth. His pupils were wide with desire. Suddenly, my heart was captured in a vice of love as I realised why Tim was sharing his unconventional relationship with Matt and Jane with me. He wanted me to achieve the maximum out of my sexuality. He wanted me, us, to have pleasure both together and with others, no constraints physically, no rules telling us who to fancy and fuck, who to share orgasms with. Letting me meet Matt and Jane was an enormous thing for Tim, a gamble he’d taken. I didn’t want to let him down.

  “No,” I said, my chest heaving against his and my back sliding against Matt’s as I struggled for breath. “I want it…”

  Before I could change my mind, Matt pushed upwards, the thick, strong head of his sheathed dick no match for my quivering rosebud. “Ahh, ahh,” I panted and drew all my internal muscles upwards away from the sting. “It hurts.”

  “Only for a second, sweetheart, just whilst you get used to it, then it will be great.” Matt murmured, his voice soothing but tense as a violin string. “I promise.”

  “Take a deep breath,” Tim said, splashing as he adjusted his position without letting go of his firm hold on my thighs.

  I did as he asked and felt Matt glide in farther as he settled his hands over my hip bones, pinning me too him. The sudden fullness was overwhelming, all encompassing.

  “That’s it, I’m in,” Matt groaned, his forehead pressing against the back of my skull. “You feel fucking amazing, Annie, so warm and silky.”

  Tim let out a groan of his own and dipped his knees. The tip of his familiar cock prodded my entrance. I snapped my head up as I realised just what they had in store for me.

  “You want to feel us both in you at the same time?” Tim said, his voice dripping with yearning.

  I couldn’t answer. I felt like a rag doll, a rag doll with orifices designed for pleasure, theirs and mine. I clamped my legs around his hips and my clit seemed to strain forward of its own volition for contact with Tim’s body.

  “I think we can safely say she does,” Matt said, sliding his cock down, but not all the way out, then gliding back up. I could sense the chill of the water against hot internal tissue. I shuddered in delight as his soft blond pubes hit my butt cheeks. He was buried to the hilt.

  The smooth, round head of Tim’s penis pushed in an inch. A sizzling buzz of anticipation trailed over my skin. Their hands stroked over me as they clasped me between their bodies. Then Tim’s hips heaved upwards and his cock, beautifully unsheathed, invaded me, and unlike earlier when we’d fucked in the pool, this time he struck gold on my clit as he rocked upwards.

  A stuttered gr
oan of approval left my lips and twirled into the night air. I heard Jane’s voice in the distance. Carl laughed and the clink of bottles being set on the glass table tinkled over the water. But I was in another world. Tim and Matt were all that existed. They began a quick rhythm, shunting in together, stilling at the hilt for a perfectly drawn-out split second then withdrawing three-quarters of the way. Quickly, we were all panting and sweating. Coiling our limbs and clamping our fingers onto one another for purchase.

  “Do you feel us both?” Matt whispered in a dark, rich voice and nipping his teeth onto my neck. “Do you feel us both so deep inside you it’s like we are you?”

  “God, yes,” I said, dropping my head back, unable to support my neck anymore. The chock-full feeling when they hit maximum penetration was like being possessed, invaded, and the way Tim was grinding against me was sinful. My clit was preparing for take off.

  They increased the pace, thundered on. Tim cupped my arse and held me so tight his heart pounded against mine and his sweet strawberry breath filled the space around us.

  I imagined what we must look like to the others, fucking without constraint or inhibition in the wavering underwater lights. They must have guessed where I was being taken, penetrated, what the two hot men surrounding me were doing to make us all moan and groan, pant and splash.

  Suddenly, ecstasy and liberation raced through me, the pleasure shivering and urgent, burning and explosive. I screwed my eyes shut. “I’m going to come,” I gasped. I was right there on the brink. There was no way I could hold it off and wait for them to reach their climax.

  “Take it, baby,” Tim said breathlessly. “Take whatever you need.”