clenching around Robbie as I roll my hips from side to side.
“Fuck, wench, that feels good.”
“It’s Will. He’s touching me, and… Oh! Ooh.” Will pinches my swollen clit, the pressure focusing my attention and causing my arse to relax then spasm hard as yet another climax gathers.
“Sweet Jesus, you two, this isn’t going to last long if you carry on like that.” Robbie’s voice is almost tortured, but he manages to deliver several hard, sharp thrusts even so.
Will releases my clit, and the blood rushing back tips me over the edge again. I cling to his hand as my world tilts on its axis, the sensation more intense than anything I’ve encountered before. Robbie drives his cock deep again, and I scream as the pleasure overwhelms me. This is enough, too much. My orgasm seems to go on and on, subsiding then whipped back into shimmering, pulsating life by the firm, relentless friction of Will’s fingers against my clit.
Robbie swears, spears his cock into me one last time, and holds still as his erection jerks inside the constraining tightness of my arse. The heat of his semen hitting my inner walls is a shock, far more than I imagined. I whimper, though in ecstasy rather than pain. Will seems to appreciate the difference as he just squeezes my hand tighter, muttering something incomprehensible into my ear. Something soothing, calming, reassuring.
For several minutes no one speaks again. The sound of laboured breathing is all there is to hear as the three of us remain motionless on the tartan blanket, sated, Robbie and I still joined, Will’s hand gripping mine. Eventually someone has to move, and it’s Robbie. He withdraws from me and rolls onto his back. I might have shifted too, but Will’s arms hold me in place, my breasts flattened against his solid, wide chest. In truth, I have no pressing desire to go anywhere. I’ve never felt more content in my life.
Time passes, I have no idea how much. At last, the fresh spring air takes on a chill. I shiver, and this time it is due to cold. Robbie stretches, then stands up. He strolls away, to return after a few moments with another plaid, which he drops onto my back. Will tugs it into place, tucking it around me. I turn my head to see Robbie, still magnificent in his nakedness though looking considerably less rampant now, reaching for his discarded shirt.
“Is it time to move on?”
He glances back at me. “Soon. No hurry. I’ll relight the fire. Can I use your little magic candle?”
“Of course. And it’s not magic. Why do we need a fire?”
“Would you prefer to wash in cold water?”
Ah. Right. I smile at him and snuggle closer to Will. This could turn out to be a very nice arrangement. As long as I’m here.
Chapter Six
We make camp for the night on the shores of Ullswater, close to the most northerly point on the lake. Will and Robbie select a sheltered spot, and make short work of erecting my tent. In fairness a two-year-old could do it, but they seem inordinately pleased with themselves so I say nothing.
I crawl inside and lay my sleeping bag on the floor, spreading it out to share between the three of us. We can lie on it, and use Robbie and Will’s tartans for covers. We’ll be snug, but I reckon I could get to like that. I re-emerge to find Robbie preparing our campfire. Will is nowhere to be seen.
I eye the tent, thinking it looks distinctly incongruous in this setting. “What if someone comes along? Won’t they think it odd, a bright yellow poly-cotton tent?” I’m comfortable talking to Will and Robbie about my twenty-first century origins, but I don’t fancy trying to explain myself to every passing peasant.
“I agree the colour’s a bit startling, but I daresay we’ll manage. If asked, we’ll be harder pressed to explain the presence in England of two Scots from Queen Mary’s court.” Robbie grins at me, and I get the impression he’s not unduly worried about any of it.
“Are you not supposed to be
“Fuck, wench, that feels good.”
“It’s Will. He’s touching me, and… Oh! Ooh.” Will pinches my swollen clit, the pressure focusing my attention and causing my arse to relax then spasm hard as yet another climax gathers.
“Sweet Jesus, you two, this isn’t going to last long if you carry on like that.” Robbie’s voice is almost tortured, but he manages to deliver several hard, sharp thrusts even so.
Will releases my clit, and the blood rushing back tips me over the edge again. I cling to his hand as my world tilts on its axis, the sensation more intense than anything I’ve encountered before. Robbie drives his cock deep again, and I scream as the pleasure overwhelms me. This is enough, too much. My orgasm seems to go on and on, subsiding then whipped back into shimmering, pulsating life by the firm, relentless friction of Will’s fingers against my clit.
Robbie swears, spears his cock into me one last time, and holds still as his erection jerks inside the constraining tightness of my arse. The heat of his semen hitting my inner walls is a shock, far more than I imagined. I whimper, though in ecstasy rather than pain. Will seems to appreciate the difference as he just squeezes my hand tighter, muttering something incomprehensible into my ear. Something soothing, calming, reassuring.
For several minutes no one speaks again. The sound of laboured breathing is all there is to hear as the three of us remain motionless on the tartan blanket, sated, Robbie and I still joined, Will’s hand gripping mine. Eventually someone has to move, and it’s Robbie. He withdraws from me and rolls onto his back. I might have shifted too, but Will’s arms hold me in place, my breasts flattened against his solid, wide chest. In truth, I have no pressing desire to go anywhere. I’ve never felt more content in my life.
Time passes, I have no idea how much. At last, the fresh spring air takes on a chill. I shiver, and this time it is due to cold. Robbie stretches, then stands up. He strolls away, to return after a few moments with another plaid, which he drops onto my back. Will tugs it into place, tucking it around me. I turn my head to see Robbie, still magnificent in his nakedness though looking considerably less rampant now, reaching for his discarded shirt.
“Is it time to move on?”
He glances back at me. “Soon. No hurry. I’ll relight the fire. Can I use your little magic candle?”
“Of course. And it’s not magic. Why do we need a fire?”
“Would you prefer to wash in cold water?”
Ah. Right. I smile at him and snuggle closer to Will. This could turn out to be a very nice arrangement. As long as I’m here.
Chapter Six
We make camp for the night on the shores of Ullswater, close to the most northerly point on the lake. Will and Robbie select a sheltered spot, and make short work of erecting my tent. In fairness a two-year-old could do it, but they seem inordinately pleased with themselves so I say nothing.
I crawl inside and lay my sleeping bag on the floor, spreading it out to share between the three of us. We can lie on it, and use Robbie and Will’s tartans for covers. We’ll be snug, but I reckon I could get to like that. I re-emerge to find Robbie preparing our campfire. Will is nowhere to be seen.
I eye the tent, thinking it looks distinctly incongruous in this setting. “What if someone comes along? Won’t they think it odd, a bright yellow poly-cotton tent?” I’m comfortable talking to Will and Robbie about my twenty-first century origins, but I don’t fancy trying to explain myself to every passing peasant.
“I agree the colour’s a bit startling, but I daresay we’ll manage. If asked, we’ll be harder pressed to explain the presence in England of two Scots from Queen Mary’s court.” Robbie grins at me, and I get the impression he’s not unduly worried about any of it.
“Are you not supposed to be
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