'Hey, how about us?' Lloyd complained, tapping her on the shoulder. 'We've got cocks, too, remember.'
She got off of Perry and sat next to him. Almost bashfully, she fondled the now-flaccid monster that had just given her so much pleasure.
'And nice cocks they are,' she agreed, sighing. 'But this guy – well, he's something else. Too bad it couldn't have lasted longer. I'm still kind of hot.'
'Hot,' Alan repeated. 'That's a shame. Isn't it?'
All three of them were nodding, and looking too pleased to not be up to something. When one of them offered an explanation, she broke the odd silence.
'Okay, what's going on?' she asked. 'Come on. I've got your cum in every hole I have, which gives me the right to know what you're up to.'
'Something,' Lloyd teased, winking at her. 'But nothing funny.'
'Or scary,' Alan offered, just as jovial. 'Nothing you won't like.'
'Something sexy,' Perry concluded for the trio. 'And special. It can only be done on a day like today.'
She frowned at them, not too sure she could trust them. They were being too smug and secretive to suit her.
'Just wait right here,' Alan said mysteriously. 'We'll be back in a few minutes. Lie down and rest. You're gonna need it.'
They got up, now grinning, and left. She looked after them, so curious she didn't know what to do. These men were certainly different from Robert, who was always asleep a few minutes after fucking her.
Thinking about her husband made her grimace. Her eyes drawn to the blaze in the fireplace, she thought about having to go home to him, to face his disinterested embraces and lackluster lovemaking. A chill raced down her spine. Would she even be able to let him touch her, after having shared such passion with three other men? No, she didn't feel guilty. Not exactly. It was more like regretting to return to reality after a marvelous dream. And Robert was a reality that saddened her greatly.
'Cynthia?' Lloyd asked softly, gently lifting her chin. 'You don't look as happy as you did a few minutes ago. Are you mad at us or something?'
'I was thinking,' she replied. 'About Robert. I don't know how to handle what's happened between us. Him and me, I mean.' She smiled wanly. 'Forget it, okay? It's my problem, not yours.'
He squatted down beside her and drew her to him. Kissing the top of her head, he squeezed her.
'Maybe you're right,' he murmured into her hair. 'Only, we like you. A lot. Any time you need to get away for a day or so, you'll have a place to stay. No charge. And you'll have six shoulders to lean on. Three cocks to fuck you back into good humor, too. Will that offer help somewhat?'
'Better than anything else,' she replied honestly. 'You guys are too nice.'
'Ugh,' he grunted. 'First I'm cute, now I'm nice? How the hell will you ever be able to take my cock seriously?'
'When it's up my ass, lover, I take it very seriously,' she told him seductively.
Sitting beside her, he grinned. He caught hold of the nearest tit, rolling her nipple between his thighs. She snuggled closer to him, smiling.
'Sounds like maybe you're getting hot again,' he mused.
'I am,' she agreed. 'With a handsome stud like you next to me, I can't help myself. You'll notice I said handsome.'
'And you'll note you're getting my cock up,' the redhead muttered. 'When Alan and Perry get back, we're gonna have some real fun, honey.'
'I thought we already had been having fun,' she objected.
His husky laugh thrilled her. Holding her in his arms, he lay down.
'Different kind of fun,' he whispered. 'The kind that'll cool you down and heat you up, all at the same time.'
She pulled him to her, reveling in the feel of his lips on hers, his tongue probing into her mouth. His hard cock pulsated against her thigh, its urgency too much to resist. Clutching at his hair, she ran her tongue along his lips.
'Do we have to wait?' she pleaded. 'Couldn't you fuck my ass now? I really would like you in my cunt, but Perry's cock made it too big.'
'It'll be better later,' he said.
He was kissing her again. Moaning out her disappointment, she let him have his way. Maybe he was right. Maybe what the cousins had planned would be an erotic interlude of some sort. She hoped so, because her pussy was in dire need of something to satisfy its lustful thirst. If Perry's cock was stiff, that would do the job better than anything else.
She heard the other two men come back, and they were laughing deeply at the way she and Lloyd were kissing. One of them set something down, near the quilt.
'It's worse than we thought,' Perry said. 'She's got him eager to fuck, too.'
'We've got enough here to calm both of them down,' Alan replied.
They laughed again. Pushing Lloyd back, she frowned at the other two. She couldn't help seeing that their cocks were still limp.
'What do you two have?' she demanded. 'Nothing I can use, obviously.'
Then she noticed the bucket, and her frown deepened.
'What have you got in there?' she wanted to know.
Grinning, Perry reached into the bucket with both hands, drawing them out one at a time.
'This,' he answered. 'And this.' The sight of the snow was puzzling, but she couldn't help gasping at the size of the icicle. Although it tapered into a finger-thick point, the base was bigger around than the base of Perry's giant prick.
'No,' she said nervously. 'Oh, no. You're not doing anything to me with that.'
Having an idea of what the three were planning, she shook her head, unable to look away from the icicle. But Lloyd made her turn toward him, his dark eyes glowing warmly.
Softly, he told her, 'Oh, yes, we are. We're gonna fuck you with that icicle, and you can't stop us.'
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fearfully, Cynthia tried to jerk away and leave, but the redhead pinned her down. Alan and Perry surrounded them, cutting off any hope of escape.
'No!' she cried. 'It'll hurt! I know it will!'
'Rut you're so hot,' Lloyd soothed. 'We just want to cool you off, baby. And this should do it.'
Her legs were dragged apart even though she kicked and twisted. The redhead kept her from interfering with what his cousins were doing to her, and was grinning while he held her down. She couldn't see what was going on, and that frightened her more. Then something cold touched her clit.
'No!' she screamed, terrified. 'Please, no.'
'That's just some snow, honey,' Alan said. 'Your hot cunt sure melts it fast. It didn't hurt, did it?'
'No,' she admitted. 'But it's so cold.' Another icy chill enveloped her cunt and she sucked in harsh breath. Her asscheeks began to undulate as she trembled.
'Please, not my whole pussy!' she gasped. 'You're giving me shivers!'
'Sounds like you aren't objecting to a small part of your cunt getting an ice pack,' Perry said. 'Would you like to have some more?'
'Yes,' she whispered. 'But don't put too much on me, or I'll get frostbite.'
'If you're not scared anymore, why don't you get on your hands and knees for us?' Alan suggested.
Carefully, she got into the position that Alan had described. Her pussy and asshole were exposed, seemingly ready for anything that the men might offer.
'I guess you won't forget my asshole, either, will you?' she muttered, biting her lip.
'Damn, you sound like we're gonna torture you,' complained Alan. 'Relax, honey. We just went to make you
