firm, yet gentle. Dominating, yet always caring. They were in control, yet she knew they were focused on caring for her and ensuring she received pleasure. Damn, they were good.
Unconsciously, she moved with the fingers, wiggling left and right, up and down, urging them deeper inside her, wanting them to touch her just exactly— Ahh, there.
Then another pair of hands joined in, and fingers were playing with her cunt, teasing her lips, touching her clit, drawing her deeper and deeper into the eroticism of the moment.
“If you don’t stop soon, I’ll come,” she gasped.
“Well, come then, beautiful lady,” said Trevellyan.
The third pair of hands tweaked her nipples. The fingers in her ass teased her walls and rim, the digits in her cunt stroked right over her G-spot, and Evelyn crashed into an orgasm with sensory overload shaking her body hard.
Even as she was still shaking, Trevellyan lifted her onto his cock, and she slid over him, her walls hugging his rigid staff. Quickly, she laid flat on him so Vaughan could push into her ass, and faster than she could think, he was inside her, her ass gripping him as her body still shook with aftershocks.
There was a brief time of stillness, and then she could feel—actually feel—Merrick pressing deep inside Vaughan. Soon all the men were moving together, Merrick into Vaughan, Vaughan and Trevellyan into her, and she could sense each beat from each man. It was the most carnal image of her life, knowing that she was so intimately connected to them all, joined with their flesh in the act of double double penetration.
The emotional excitement of being on top of the mountain, all four of them fucking together on a picnic rug, overwhelmed Evelyn. She could hardly drag two consecutive thoughts together in her head. All she could do was feel the beat of the men pumping away in synchronicity. Feel the arms and legs wrapped around her. Feel the bodies moving so purposefully back and forth, in and out, the motion pounding through her body, her blood pumping through her veins in time with the men’s movements.
She wound her legs tighter around the limbs nearest her, dug her fingers into the shoulders she was holding, pressed her breasts and ass into the bodies sandwiching her so tightly between them, and let the movement flow through her, feeling Merrick, Trevellyan, Vaughan, all keeping perfect time, like a rock band as they pumped relentlessly in and out, in and out.
Her nerves were on fire, every inch of her skin was screaming for release, despite the fact that she’d just had a huge orgasm. Tighter and tighter the coil of need wound in her belly, until release blasted through her once again, this time taking the men with her, as bursts of heat in her ass and cunt streamed into her the instant her body convulsed.
From the ragged way Merrick was pumping behind Trevellyan, she knew he’d come, too.
Evelyn let her body sag between Vaughan’s and Trevellyan’s. She was exhausted, limp, overwhelmed with sensory overload from two huge orgasms and the love and concern of the men who’d arranged the morning’s outing for her with so much care and attention to her pleasure. She really thought she loved them. Yes, loved them. And how weird was that. She hadn’t even known them a month yet.
* * * *
The men had included a packet of baby wipes in the picnic basket, so they cleaned themselves up, got dressed, and had another glass of champagne each before hiking the trail around the top of the hill and then back down to the parking lot.
They left the picnic basket and the rug in the SUV and hiked again, this time to the waterfall. The trail notice said it was an hour’s walk, but either the people who’d timed the journey were professional walkers, or else Evelyn was getting tired from the walking they’d already done, because it took them seventy-five minutes. But it was worth it. The waterfall was amazing, the river dropping straight down for well over one
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