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Cozinne’s face lightens in a dark sort of way, her interest piqued.
“I thought we had plans,” I say icily, wondering what the hell Peach thinks she’s doing.
“Nothing’s written in stone,” she tells me, smiling broadly. She places her hand gently on my thigh as if to reassure me.
“Has she been your slut long?” Cozinne asks, talking directly to Peach while she refers to me. She talks like I’m the submissive, Peach my dom.
“We don’t see it that way,” I counter quickly.
Peach rubs her hand against my thigh, though it’s doing little to quell my fears. Cozinne ignores me, as if I’m not even there. I don’t understand what’s happening, especially why Peach is so strangely interested in these two. I eye Donna for a moment, while she, too, looks at my lover. Openly alluring and genuinely sweet, I wonder why she’s with Cozinne. The two appear to be so opposite, but then maybe that’s what they see in Peach and me.
The more I look at Donna, the more I find myself wondering what it would be like to run my hand against her soft face, what it would feel like to have her generous lips pressed against mine. They’re full and soft and wet now from the beer. I’m surprised that my body responds so favorably, so quickly.
“Cassidy goes slowly,” I hear Peach explaining me to them.
“Oh, but we’re very gentle,” Cozinne says.
I don’t believe her; I wouldn’t trust her for a second.
“There’s a spot behind this place, quiet, secluded, no one will stop us,” Cozinne suggests.
Peach’s eyes are glowing lustily. “What did you have in mind?”
The hard woman looks at Peach, then me, then back to Peach. She has an expression of mirth on her joyless face that gives an evil quality to her look. “Let Donna take her out back and I’ll tell you,” she offers.
“But…” I object.
Peach squeezes my thigh firmly and whispers in my ear, “Remember how much you’ve wanted three women? Just think how it will feel.”
The eroticism is genuine, I feel it between my legs and in my abdomen where a sharp spasm of erotic anticipation shoots all through me. This is such a brash thing to do.
“Take her out back,” Cozinne tells Donna. The other woman rises and waits for me as I reluctantly agree to follow her. She takes my hand and leads me out the back door and down a grassy path toward a glen of oak trees. It’s hardly a woods, but the further we go away from Gram’s the more secluded it becomes. It’s a perfect hiding place; much more private than the place Peach and I played earlier.
Unprepared for what is to take place, I’m caught off guard as Donna suddenly pins me with her body against a massive tree. Her large hands clasp mine in hers and holds them tightly. Her mouth descends readily over my lips, and I tremble at the odd juxtaposition of tender and harsh, all accomplished in the same movement. She’s forceful, though her lips are soft, and I find myself grinding my hips against hers without even thinking.
“I saw you naked,” she says pulling back. She begins to unbutton my blouse. “But I didn’t see these.” She grabs my two breasts in her hands and leans down to bury her face in them. I’m at her mercy as soon as I feel her hot breath on my skin. She reminds me so much of Peach the way she plays with me. I imagine them both, one on either side of me, making love to my body, taking me at once, probing me with two sets of ardent hands.
Donna jerks at the waistband of my skirt and yanks it down, so I’m nearly naked. The blouse falls open and the skirt is gone altogether as it lies haplessly in the dust at our feet. She kneels down between my legs and attacks my throbbing pussy. I gasp as I grind myself against her face. The suddenness of her moves is erotic in itself. I feel used, but happily so, and for a moment I lose myself in the wildness.
Before I realize what’s happening next, Cozinne is there holding my hands tightly in hers. She loops a strap around them and throws the other end over a branch above.
“What are you doing?” I look for Peach, but she’s not there, at least not so I can see. Donna still eats away at my pussy lips so that the rush of fear racing through me is mixed with potent arousal. I don’t know whether to scream or not.
“Look, she’s wearing a ring,” Donna tells the other woman. She backs away enough for Cozinne to see the glint of gold at my clit.
“Ah, how sweet, as if she’s been claimed. I like that touch. Perhaps you need one too, my little lamb,” she says smiling devilishly at her lover. She then reaches in and tugs at my ring, pulling it so hard it hurts and I cry out.
“Oooo not too much noise, my dear, you’ll wake the natives.”
“Why do you have her tied?” I hear Peach say from behind me.
“Because it stimulates her, look how she sweats,” Cozinne tells her. “She’d flooding down below, the little slut.”
Donna returns to my pussy, the pleasure mounting, even as I fear what Cozinne will do next.
“Here, use this in her ass,” Cozinne says, handing Peach a thick butt plug. “If she doesn’t stop moaning like that, I’ll gag her. Tell her,” she orders.
I hear Cozinne clearly, but Peach turns to me with a gentle smile. She places a finger over her lips. “Shush, you’ll be all right.” I don’t believe her, especially since I see the trepidation in her eyes. She didn’t expect the bondage, but she’s willing to continue. “Give in to this love you’ve wanted it… remember?” Is she reassuring me or herself? I wonder.
