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I asked Saul to act as our high priest of passion. Directing the ceremonies. To bring a little extra spice, he’s making it all into a ritual.
He sat me in the big chair. It’s very grand with a wide, high back, like a throne.
Saul is my rock, and I’m glad he can be here. He’s the strength I need to hold on to.
“Deputy Oliver Buckle.” Saul’s voice is deep and commanding, like the voice he uses to carry his sermons to the back of the old dark church. “You will do as you are told. We are all here to give pleasure to Eve. A great pleasure for her is to give and to share in ecstasy, but we are here for her.”
“Wolf and Blake, either side of Eve. You will kiss her. Caress her. Stroke and stimulate her. Undress her where necessary.”
After a long, filthy kiss from each of them, the two men touch and feel me. From both sides, their strong hands start to work on me.
“Oliver, watch. Learn. See how Blake and Wolf sense her needs, how they find what pleases her. See her eye roll, when Wolf squeezes her breasts. Her chest rises ad she sighs as Blake gently scrapes his teeth down the side of her neck. See, her body twists as the men undo her shirt. When they slip their hands inside to touch her flesh, her back arcs and she stretches.”
While all this is going on, I have a grip on Steele’s ass and I watch as my hand on the hard roll of his cheek makes the front of his pants jump. I hold Wolf’s thigh and look up at him.
“She wants his mouth,” Saul intones. A smile flickers across Wolf’s lips. I hold back a smile as my eyebrows twitch.
As we kiss, I look past Wolf to Oliver. His face is alight. Part naughty choirboy who’s getting away with it, part leering ginger tomcat who’s just found the cream.
I reach out to him. He takes my hand. Wolf smiles and moves back.
As I pull Oliver to me for a kiss, I slip the palm of my hand over the front of his shirt. Once again, Oliver’s appearance is deceptive. He looks like he’s cushioned. Stocky at least, and probably on the flabby side. But that’s not how his taut, firm chest and torso feel.
Oliver is strong. He’s built and, from what I can tell, underneath his uniform, he is surprisingly sculpted.
He kisses deeply. Passion flows and pulls us together. Wolf and Blake make approving noises. Losing myself in the kiss, they seem far away.
While my lips seal with Oliver’s, I let my hand stretch on down. First, I find the hump in his pants. He’s hot, thick, and heavy. I cup and hold him in my hand. He is long. And very hard.
Blake’s hand and Wolf’s stroke up the inside of each of my thighs. A moan rises and vibrates in my chest as they pull my legs wide apart.
Then, like two sides of the same coin, like twins, the bastards, their fingers run up the seams of my panties, teasing at the tops. Slipping back.
Pleased with their game, they chuckle, dark and dirty. I can’t help myself slipping down in the chair as they both press and pull on either side of my mound.
My wet panties stick to me and I wriggle and squirm, twisting my hips and grinding my ass on the seat as I squeeze and pull on the deputy’s cock.
I tell him, “Take off your pants, deputy.” I’m holding back the laugh, but the way his eyes gleam tells me he’s okay. He’s easy enough and sure enough, and respectful enough at the same time.
To me, it feels like this part of the proceedings will go just fine. I’m looking forward to inspecting the deputy’s weapon.
We have trust, and we have respect between us. All five of us.
Buckle looks in my eyes as he takes off his shoes and socks, then opens his belt and takes his gun in its holster. He lays the gun flat, gently, on the dresser. Then he pulls his belt out of his pants and coils it neatly to lay it next to the holster.
He pulls his tie undone and unbuttons his shirt from the top, to reveal the sculpted muscles of his chest and abs. Then, with an eager, hungry look in his eyes, he opens his pants.
His soft, tighty-whities are pushed forward, tented with the weight of his cock. He drops his uniform pants and steps smartly out of them. He holds the pants together from the waist and snaps them smartly, before he folds them and lays them neatly on a chair.
His eyes are on mine, but mine are on the stretched white cotton and, in particular, on the force that stretches them forward. I lick my lips. As he slides his whities down, his hefty beast springs up to bounce in front of me.
Wearing only his tie and his open uniform shirt now, Oliver breathes hard and his muscles flex. I reach out to him with both hands. When he leans forward, my tongue flicks across my lips and I run my hands over his abs. The toned ridges under my fingertips thrill me and make my breath thicken up.
I’m wet and panting. Saul and Wolf squeeze and knead my breasts. Blake drags up my skirt and pulls my thighs wide apart. I look hard in Oliver’s eye and cock my head as I slip down in the chair, pushing my hips toward him.
He leans forward as my fingers trace up the sides of his sturdy neck, feeling the warmth of his pulsing flesh. I curl my fingers around his neck, slide them behind his head, and pull him to me. His lips tremble as I fit mine to them.
Saul, Blake, and Wolf’s hands all buzz and tighten on me as my mouth opens to Oliver. My whole body is alive. Twisting. Flexing and rolling as Oliver and I kiss. Not for the first time, but the first time in the group. That makes it something special and explosive.
