Page 19 of Lake Hollow Curses

The corresponding clap and high-pitched shriek from me could not be helped. I think he’s talking in terms of everyone… all five of us. Ha. Think again, you horny little beast, I tell myself.

Turning to Wilder who is lounged across a recliner, and Grady who is leaning against the doorway into my bedroom, Cal states, “We get to play with the toys first, this time.”

Wilder shoots back, “I’m setting a timer.”

“Pfft… dream on.” He asks me, “When do Skip and Nat get done tonight? Are they closing up at the Drive-In?”

They debate logistics, while I’m mentally already splayed across my bed begging for them. In reality, I start to dance inplace because all the liquids I’ve consumed for the past couple of hours that are blowing my bladder up. “Be back,” I say, kissing Cal’s hand before dropping it.

No bathroom mirror should ever be consulted after a day in the sun, and alcohol. My flabbers are gasted. My normally stick straight hair is fuzzy, strands hanging loose from the impromptu knot I tied on my head. I forgot makeup earlier, but a smudge from my marker is on one cheek, a bug bite or impending pimple of doom is flaring to life on my chin. I’m a particularly alarming shade of red from the sun and heat.

“Well, this is a choice,” I mutter to myself slapping cool water on my face. The light shuts off and back on twice. “Oh, hi. Didn’t take the hint with the prayers, huh? You’re about to get a whole lot of eyefuls of things, Win. Or Katie… or Win?”

I’d hoped when the strange cabin shenanigans hadn’t happened since Father Lowe’s visit that it had worked. Guess not. “Win, babe, if you’re trying to communicate with me, I need you to be more direct, okay? I’m not good with hints, obviously.”

Making haste while I let my hair down and run a brush through, spritz some perfume over me, and grab a few of the condoms from the stash I have in my tampon box, I’m more than ready for sexy play. Most of the lights are off in the cabin when I leave the bathroom. Cal calls out, “In here.”

All of the guys are standing at the door that leads to the lake from the cabin, the purplish dusk turning darker. “Are you leaving?” My astonishment bleeds through. I was only in the bathroom five minutes tops.

I’m led by them with no explanation to Grady’s cabin at the end of the row. “I don’t g-”

I’m cut off by Grady as he says, “No one wants a surprise interruption.”

Our Pillowbiter’s playlist starts, while Cal and Charlie each lead me into the bedroom Grady points to that isn’t being usedby him. A bare bed with just a sheet on it, the comforter and loose sheets still sitting on a corner chair await us. “What do we have in here… let’s see, hm?” Cal kicks his sandals off by the door looking into the gift bag that is getting rather rumpled looking from all its travels. Charlie softly closes the door, turning to me and biting his lip as his smile grows wider.

The contents of the bag get dumped onto the bed, “This,” Cal picks up vibrating nipple clamps, then tosses a package at Charlie, “that,” he examines a strangely shaped vibrator, “could be fun.”

He puts his phone on the dresser and the techno beat of Sunshine by Wuki makes me wiggle in place. Charlie moves behind me, swaying while kissing my neck. His hands lightly rest on my stomach. This man can move. “How can you dance so well?” I murmur in a loved-up haze.

“No idea. Maybe it’s just natural?” he playfully replies. We keep going, he spins me away from him and then into his arms, while Cal strips his shorts and underwear off.

“Clothes. Off,” he says while taking me from Charlie.

My shirt gets tossed, baring my braless chest, and the frogs I drew like a totem pole on my breastbone, hearts traced around my nipples. I hear Cal groan, “Christ, somehow I almost forget what seeing you naked does to me, and then...” He squeezes his dick like he’s hoping to get it to behave.

Charlie and I both pull our shorts and underwear off at the same time. My hands have a mind of their own, when I reach out and stroke each of their dicks at the same time. Flushed, his breath choked off, Charlie holds up the item Cal threw to him. “Do we even need these?”

With chemistry off the charts, we don’t need anything, but I admit Keenan’s presents allow for exploration that I’d never come up with on my own. “What is that? Ooo… uh, yeah, yeah,we don’t need them, but I want them,” I say taking the half opened vibrating anal beads package.

Charlie sits on the side of the bed, pulling me to him. “Where’s your marker?” he asks me while giving me a kiss that makes my legs start to shake. Cal throws it, hitting him in the side of the head. “Thanks for that,” he says snidely to him.

They decide to have me draw a bird or frog wherever I kiss them. My tongue slides up the underside of Charlie’s erect dick, I pop the lid off the marker, using one that’s not permanent. “Even on…” Winking at his surprised face, I add, “kidding, kidding.” I wasn’t, but I draw a frog with kissy lips on his hip instead.

Cal has me lay back on the cool white sheet of the unmade bed to attach the nipple clamps. He straddles my legs. “Tell me if it’s too tight.” The smooth silicone clamps pinch each of my nipples, putting me on the edge of pain. “Does it hurt?” Cal asks while Charlie lays on his side next to me, his hand cupping the underside of my breast, as he kisses it.

Before I answer, Charlie says, “Loosen it up.”

“Mmm… no, it’s good. It’s just a different sensation. Turn it on.” When he does, my toes start to curl immediately, my pussy, already getting wet, feels like it’s flooding. This is a new favorite. Damn.

“Instant winner, based on that sound.” Charlie chuckles, running his hand down my side. The moan I let loose can’t even communicate how turned on I am. Cal reclines next to me on the opposite side of Charlie, both their hands giving me pleasure. The two fingers Charlie’s inserted rubbing over the fleshly sensitive spot under my pubic bone move at a steady pace. Cal’s thumb softly draws circles over my clit.

“That’s right, sweetheart, that’s right. Just let loose,” Cal’s voice sounds throaty.

My pants of breath as they both take turns kissing me, make me feel lightheaded. The writhing of my body increases as that pulsing wave inside rolls over me, slamming me with an orgasm that makes me shout out, “Oh, Oh… fuck yes!”

Charlie quickly and carefully removes the nipple clamps, giving me soft feathery kisses where they’d been attached. One of my hands combs through the hair on the back of his head, holding him there. The ache left behind is almost more delicious than having them on. I press a hand over one, humming.

Rolling condoms on both of the guys, I eye up the anal beads. “Which one of you wants the beads?” I raise an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the surprised look on their faces.

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