Dawn's orgasmic screams and Fabrianne's groans of pleasure flowed behind her. Colette ran down the steps and toward the lake, barefoot and naked except for a wrap of fur the color of moonlight.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As was their custom on every tour of the grounds, the two uniformed security guards stopped on the shore of a small cove at the far end of the honeymoon cottage complex. They kept an ice chest there with beer in it on summer nights like this, or thermos jugs of coffee during the fall and winter months. They had rounds of logs arranged to sit on and rest their feet, and a stone-lined pit to build a warming fire when the nights turned really cold.
All of this lay hidden in a clump of dense brush that hugged the water's edge. Moonlight shimmered on the still water of the cove like a silver oil slick. It wasn't cold enough to bother making a fire, so they sat in darkness and sipped their beer.
"Something funny going on in the cabins those two cousins and their new husbands rented," the trailer guard said.
"Yeah, I could swear I heard three women's voices last time we walked by."
"You suppose they brought a chaperone on their honeymoon?" the shorter partner suggested jokingly.
"Hell, I can't figure why they're all still in the same cabin. I thought honeymooning couples came here for privacy."
"Yeah, most do… but they wouldn't be the first we've had that did a little swinging on their wedding-night." Then the guard suddenly lowered his beer to squint intently through the cover of leafy branches that secluded their hidden resting place. "Jesus Christ, look at that!"
Colette was running toward them down the lakeshore, long-legged and graceful as a gazelle. Her silver hair and the long front pieces of her mother's stole streamed far behind. She was naked except for that fluttering cover of fur. The two guards could clearly see one proud young tit and the gleam of her silvery cunt-hair.
Three men chased after her, all of them naked and gifted with monster cocks. The tallest was a huge man, and he was gaining on her.
"What the hell are two brides doing with three men?" the taller guard asked his partner in an excited whisper.
"Beats the shit out of me, but remember? That cuddly strawberry blonde said there were three."
"Must be more than. Listen!" Dawn's orgasmic screams of rapture could be heard clearly through the open cottage door.
Then they heard the voice of the older woman. "Oooh, Rob! Ungh! I love the way you work your cock around in me. It's not as big as the others, but the movement is exquisite!"
"We've got a fucking orgy going on here," the taller guard said.
"Well shit, isn't that what a honeymoon is supposed to be?"
There was another young honeymooning couple strolling hand-in-hand along the lakeshore, apparently enjoying a brief respite from heated sex in the cool night air. The man gaped as Colette ran toward them. "My God, look at that! She's gorgeous!" he said, swiveling sound as she ran by a few feet away.
His wife jabbed him with her elbow. "You son of a bitch, we're on our honeymoon! You're not supposed to be gawking at other women!"
"But shit, she's running almost naked in the middle of the night!"
Then his wife saw the three men chasing her, all with huge meaty cocks stiffly erect. Her jaw dropped and her eyes flared wide.
"Look at them!" she said to her husband of only a few hours. "I've never seen three beautiful big cocks like that at once before."
"Hey, you told me you'd never seen any cock before mine!"
"Oh, well…" A guilty smirk flashed across her face and then she sighed. "God, how I wish just one of them would chase me!"
"You bitch!" he grabbed her arm as the trio of naked men thundered by.
She laughed and called after them. "Hey, fellas! I won't run away! Look, my husband won't let me!"
"God damn it, shut your mouth!" He whirled her around and slapped the lewd grin off her face.
She glared hotly as the red hand-shaped welt blazed across her milk-white cheek. Then she gazed, fondly into eyes gleamed with jealous lust. "Ooooh, my darling… I didn't know you cared so much!"
The jealous husband snarled, "I'll show you!" and ripped off her skirt. He threw her down on the moonlit sand and whipped his cock out. "I'm going to fuck you right here on the beach!"
"What are we going to do?" the shorter guard whispered. "That bunch is going to start a riot!"
"There's nothing we can do. We're not even supposed to be down this far. If the damn boss finds out we have a few beers on the job, we'll be in worse trouble than any of them."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." They both sat down to watch from their cover of dense brush.
Frank caught Colette's streaming silver hair and yanked her to a stop. She screamed, stumbling backward, throwing both hands to her head.
She lost her balance and fell at Frank's feet. Jesse and Cole were both on her instantly. Cole chained her wrists together behind her back and clicked a lock shut. Then he bowed her over backwards and looped the loose end of the clanking chain around her ankles. Another lock clicked and she was frozen helpless in that back-bent position down on her knees.
"She don't look so naughty and high now," Jesse said with a sneering grin. He took one trailing end of the fox stole and brushed it lightly across Colette's tingling nipple tips.
Being bent over backwards and chained as she was, her proud tits jutted more sharply than before. He rubbed the firm cones of flesh and Colette gasped. Different sensations clashed wildly in her mind – first the rough, steel hard chafing of chain. Then the soft, delicate tinge of fur.
The clash of conflicting sensations made the pain worse, the pleasure more intense. Colette gasped and Jesse grinned, knowing how delicious her torture was. Then he said, "I guess since I'm the smallest, I'll take her ass. I'm the only one who can wiggle between her bound arms and legs." He proceeded to do it.
"And since I'm the tallest, I'll fuck her face," Frank said. "It will be the easiest for me to reach."
"Since I've the biggest cock, and since that's all we got left to fill, I'll take that little silver-haired cunt she bragged about being such a great fucker," Cole said.
Jesse crawled under the bow of her back with his cock reaching up. His weight pressed her calves down into the sand. The width of his shoulders, strained between her thighs and arms chained to her ankles. Colette cried out from the pain even before the heated tip of his big cock found the rim of her ass.
Frank's towering hulk straddled her bent back form. He lifted her head and cradled it in both hands, smiling as he pushed the bloated head of his big cock to her lips. Colette moaned fearfully but could not pull away.
Cole dropped to his knees close behind Frank and wagged his cock up and down on her exposed cunt. Being bent over backwards exposed the tender nub more than usual. She felt vibrant shocks of lewd pleasure and soon forgot her pain.
Three big cocks pushed into her all at once – into her ass, into her pussy, and into a mouth that wanted to scream. Jesse's entered her ass with smooth-flowing ease. Rob's brutal ass-fucking had well greased her asshole.
Cole's monster cock strained her cunt, but at least it was in a comfortable position. Frank's was all wrong. The way she was bent backwards and her head lifted back up, there seemed to be no way he could enter her throat.
Jesse and Cole fucked her from the back and front at the same time. One drove in as the other withdrew. There was always one stiff prod deep inside of her. Then they varied their rhythm and both fucked in at once.
Their two heavy cocks dueled inside her cunt and ass. They battered a thin wall of flesh between pussy and ass. Colette groaned and shivered, stunned by just two cocks pumping at once – panicked by the thought that she still had another to please.