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safe."
    She looked up at Brody's face then closed the distance between them.
He placed her hand on his cock and her eyes widened.
    "It's so hard and hot and smooth."
    Brody grinned, but his jaw clenched tight. My cock ached just seeing
her tiny hand on him. "Like this," he said, placing his
hand on top of hers and moving them in smooth strokes.
    "Such a good girl. Your hand feels so good. I'm going to come
all over you."
    I continued to stroke my cock as I watched Laurel's face when the
first pulse of Brody's seed coated her breasts and belly. Brody
groaned as her hand continued to pump up and down his length, his cum
landing on her in thick ribbons. Laurel looked down her body at the
white viscous seed.
    "I love seeing my seed on you, sweetheart. Marks you as mine."
Brody breathed heavily, yet his muscles had relaxed, his body sated.
He took her hand off his spent cock. "Let Mason feel your hand
rubbing the cum from his cock. It's his turn."
    She glanced at me over her shoulder, then crawled over to me. Like
Brody, I took her hand and placed it on my cock, hissing out a breath
as her fist squeezed by dick. Unlike Brody, I didn't have to show her
how to move her hand; she was a fast learner.
    I took in the thick ropes of cum on her breasts, the furled pink
nipples, her fiery thatch of hair. I'd been ready since I felt her
woman's form for the first time in the snowstorm. Now, seeing her
naked and feeling her hand work over my cock, my balls drew up tight
as my orgasm came from my spine and into my cock, forcing my seed out
in thick jets, crisscrossing and covering Laurel's breasts with my
cum. Pulse after pulse I coated her, my seed copious. I couldn't
escape the groan as I thrust my hips forward, the pleasure
overwhelming. I put a steadying hand on the headboard as my senses
returned.

    LAUREL

    I was hungry, ravenously so, my last meal a hasty slice of bread with
cheese as I left Father's house yesterday. It was this need and this
need alone that had me seated at the kitchen table in a man's shirt.
And only a shirt.
    After Mason had come, the men had me spread their white, thick seed
over my breasts and belly, as if coating myself with something as
everyday as lotion. I'd wanted to clean myself of the residue, but
the men had refused, offering me not a wet cloth but instead a soft
flannel shirt. Brody had rolled up the sleeves to my wrists as Mason
buttoned it, covering me down to my knees so that my modesty was
intact. Barely.
    The food Brody served had my stomach grumbling and I relished every
bit of the eggs, ham, bread, sliced potatoes and coffee, but it was
hard to stomach my predicament. I'd done things with these men I
never knew possible. I'd behaved wantonly, and they must consider me
the lowest of the low. I was a fallen woman. My virginity was
maintained, but that was really all. If I continued to allow them
liberties, would they let me go once the snow abated?
    I glanced out the window to see white. Only white. The wind had
tapered to nothing, but the snow still fell. It was much improved
from the night before, but I was not interested in going out in it
any time soon. I shivered at the very possibility. There was no
escape, at least for the moment, even if I wished it. I didn't even
know where my clothes were. The kitchen's stove made the room warm
and I was not chilled in just Mason's shirt. I'd most certainly
learned my lesson about being unprepared outdoors.
    I was trapped. Trapped with men who thought I was a slattern and were
using me thusly. Once I was able to depart, Mr. Palmer most assuredly
wouldn't want me any longer. That was an unforeseen perk. However, my
chances for any other man were gone as well. I was used goods.
    "How was it that you were out last night?" Mason asked,
cutting a thick slice of ham.
    I looked up at him, patted my lips with my napkin. I couldn't tell
him the truth, at least the whole of it. Even though they'd rescued
me from certain death, I didn't know the reach of my