Free Enslaved [Freedom Be Damned 1] (Siren Publishing M?nage Amour) by Berengaria Brown

discern the paler dirt of the trail, making the hike up the hill quite safe. The men had all brought large flashlights, but they weren’t needed. Merrick was carrying the largest picnic basket she’d ever seen, and Trevellyan had a picnic rug strapped to his back. Vaughan’s job seemed to be to watch over her, but she was quite steady on her feet and in no danger of twisting an ankle. The walk was a continuous incline up the hill, but the trail was easy to follow and relatively smooth, with no major potholes or huge rocks to climb over, so in under an hour, they were cresting the hill. Up there, with no overhanging foliage or trees, it was lighter, and the view was becoming visible through the early morning gloom.
    Trevellyan set out the rug where there was clear view over the top of the hill to the town in front of them and the lake to their right. Merrick put the picnic basket down on one corner of the rug, and they all sat together in the center, Evelyn bundled between the men as they waited for the sun to climb over the nearest rise.
    Imperceptibly, the sky lightened, then lightened some more. Soon the very first rays of the sun broke over the horizon, just a diffuse color, before it rose quite quickly as the ball of fire slid higher and higher in the sky, and the sky lightened to pinks, yellows, and oranges, with dark blue and gray farther from the center.
    In just a few minutes, the sun was high in the sky, the world was full of color and light, and the show was over.
    “That was brilliant. I can’t imagine why I never bothered to watch the sunrise before,” Evelyn breathed.
    “Possibly because it happens so very early in the morning,” suggested Trevellyan.
    Everyone laughed, and Merrick began to unpack the food. “Time for breakfast now.”
    Evelyn was hungry after the early start and the challenging hike, and the men obviously were, too, as a gallon of orange juice disappeared very quickly, as did a loaf of delicious fresh bread, chicken drumsticks, and two quart boxes of fresh strawberries, with chocolate sauce to dip them in.
    Finally, Vaughan poured them all a glass of champagne. “Wonderful.” Evelyn smiled, lying back on one elbow. “That was a perfect start to the day.”
    “Not quite perfect. We need one more thing for that,” said Merrick, pulling a string of condoms and tube of lube out of the picnic basket.
    “Are you serious? Out here?”
    “Of course. Who else is going to be here this early in the morning? Besides, I bet we’ll hear them puffing and panting up the hill long before they actually get here,” said Trevellyan.
    Before she could think of anything more to say, Vaughan stood up and, with his trademark hip wiggle, began undressing. Trevellyan removed his boots as he sat on the rug, and Merrick pulled his sweater off over his head.
    It looked as if they were all okay with the program. Besides, their bodies, as always, aroused her. Just seeing their flesh had her panties dampening and her pussy clenching. Even in the half dark as they’d hiked up the hill, she’d been aroused by the flex and release of their taut asses, their thigh muscles, their long, strong backs. It had been just as big a challenge to keep her gaze on the path and off their bodies as it had been to do the actual walking.
    “So how are we going to do this?” she asked.
    “We decided last night. Trevellyan in your pussy, Vaughan in your ass, and me in Vaughan,” said Merrick.
    “Well, who am I to spoil your plan.” She grinned and took off her jacket and boots.
    Instantly, the men focused on finishing undressing, and the pile of clothing was dropped to the far edge of the picnic rug as all three men rolled on condoms and Vaughan and Merrick slathered lube over their latex.
    Evelyn watched, the urgency to be fucked burning in her as the men touched each other and their cocks.
    Then she was flipped over onto her stomach, and fingers began playing with her ass. Oh that felt so good. It always did. They were