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just begun to gratify themselves in my snug confines. Gerard was going
to give me every inch of himself and then some. His strong arms lifted me up
and down on his phallus, which filled me to the balls. Another drove deep into
a forbidden place. I rubbed against him, as the orgasm threatened. It would be
enormous when it hit.
    “Oh…oooohhhh…”
    “Take it, Catherine. Take it,” murmured
Gerry. “You’re so close, honey. I can feel that you wanna cum.”
    Clive’s relentless thrusts were my
undoing, and, as I crested over the top into oblivion, I sank my teeth into
Gerry’s neck, tasting blood. I drank the deliciously salty fluid while I
convulsed against him, shivering with release. The muscles in my pussy clenched
around the invading shaft, while Clive groaned and stiffened, emptying himself
deeply.
    “Oh, man!”
    The three of us clung together, as
sweat ran down my face. The humidity was considerable, and a distant rumble
indicated that a storm might be on the way. Gerry was hard as a board inside of
me, while Clive slid free, the wetness of his semen pouring out of me. I wasn’t
bereft for long, as Stuart slid deep with one push.
    “Jesus.”
    “Let’s fuck this little succubus,
Stuart. Work her hard. She might cum again.”
    “Yes, boss.”
    It was shocking, but, as they drove
and retreated, I could feel myself winding up again, the tension slowly
building. The human blood had given me a rush; the effects left me buzzing
almost as intensely as the orgasm had. I grasped Gerry, clinging to him while
he drove upwards, groaning with the contact. The man in my rear was equally as
aggressive, finding my tight bottom to be the perfect fit. The lubrication from
Clive’s semen allowed for an easier passage, and I relaxed, enjoying the
feeling of fullness, as I pleasured these men at the same time.
    “Oh, yeah,” groaned Stuart.
    “Oh, God, Catherine…” Gerry sounded
pained. “I’m…”
    “Cum in me. Do it.”
    “I can’t make you pregnant.”
    “You won’t.”
    “Oh, baby…”
    He thrust, stiffening, jetting fluid
deep, as Stuart plunged sharply, pain registering. His hands gripped my hips,
while he worked himself into an orgasm that had him shouting to the wind,
scaring a bird from a tree. He squirted out his release in measured pulses, the
wetness falling to my inner thighs. Gerry lowered to his knees, holding me to
him, while Stuart and Clive sat nearby, their hands on me, touching, massaging,
and feeling areas that were wet and abused. A firm finger rolled over my nub,
while a mouth closed around a nipple, and another finger sank into my pussy.
The three of them manipulated me to a shattering orgasm, my body convulsing,
while the blueness of the sky filled my vision, although clouds were gathering.
    When it was all said and done, we lay
together, arms and limbs entwined, while the wind began to pick up and a
distant clap of thunder registered.
    “We’re gonna have to head back,” said
Clive.
    Gerry yawned, “Yeah.”
    “You’re bleeding man,” said Stuart.
    He touched his neck. “She’s a hungry
she-devil.”
    A slap registered on my butt. “Ouch!”
    “She sure is,” agreed Clive.

~ Chapter Six ~

 
 
    We took turns in the shower after we
got back to the cabin, and then we congregated in the kitchen, as hunger set in
again. The refrigerator was stocked with a surprising amount of food. Gerard
made a pot of coffee, while Clive and Stuart cracked eggs and cooked omelets. The
kitchen was small and rustic with a bar counter and stools. I sat on one with
my damp hair hanging down my back. Gerry walked by me, but stopped to kiss my
neck.
    “You’re in a better mood,” I said.
    “I am. The run helped blow off
steam.” He sat next to me, lifting a coffee mug to his lips. “You look good
wet.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Hey, man. Toss those tomatoes in
there,” said Clive.
    “That smells really good, guys. I had
no idea you could cook. You’re blowing my image of macho