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Deborah broke the kiss with a gasp and she felt his hands squeeze her round bottom. She nibbled his neck for a second and then breathed into his ear, "If you take my panties off I'll be completely nude, all bare just for you. Would you like to take my panties off?" Following this her tongue spun around inside his ear.

The man pushed the elastic down over her lush cheeks and then under her as he pulled the flimsy fabric down over her rear and up her thighs. His fingers pressed deep as they ran along her tasty body drawing a white line in her flesh which was blushing with passion.

When the panties were up around her knees he paused and looked into her deep soulful eyes. She looked back with absolute lust; her full red lips slightly parted. She nodded her head and her white gold hair shimmered in the soft light. "I'm going to be all naked and helpless just for you," she moaned softly.

He pushed the panties down her legs and they snapped as the elastic paused on her toes before he tossed them away with a flourish. She giggled lightly as he ran the back of his hand up her legs and inner thighs. He took a firm grip of each knee and slowly parted them.

Deborah looked into his eyes with a pleading look. She wanted him inside desperately. She tilted her head slightly and her still damp hair tumbled off her shoulders and onto her perfect breasts, the nipples red and stretched out in offering to his mouth. She parted her lips and licked them as she slid her legs down to the bed and began to wrap them around him drawing him into her.

Just a couple of hours ago Deborah Simmons had been driving the back roads in the hills of Pennsylvania. It was a crazy idea. She had been in Philly for a modeling assignment and she had the weekend free before she had to be in New York for a different gig. She decided to rent a car and explore the Pennsylvania Dutch country side. She had set out from Philadelphia and managed to get lost on a winding backcountry road when a major rain storm hit. She could barely see six inches out of the window and made a turn into a dirt road that was now running mud. The road was hilly and she swooped down too fast and found herself stuck in a gully that was running white water around her tires.

"Shit," she mumbled and sat back in the seat in a huff. She looked in the mirror at her white gold hair cascading over her shoulders. She had on a red skirt and matching top. And from his few of a few seconds ago, he knew she wore no panties.


Suddenly the ends of her lips went up in a slight smile and her eyebrows arched up in surprise. Is that somebody on horseback coming up the hill? Indeed, plodding through the mud was a large horse; his breath forming clouds as he snorted up the hill. The rider sat tall on the horse's back wearing a large brimmed hat and overalls. He had the broad shoulders and slim waist of a college athlete.

Deborah had to rub the glass of her windshield; her breathing was steaming it up. She giggled and peered out to find the horse along side her car. The rider used one foot to tap on the window. She rolled it down just an inch and called out. "Can you help me! My car is stuck." Through the crack she could see his leg was muscular and not only was he riding bareback, but he was riding bare foot.

She heard him say 'shit' but it sounded more like "Sheeeet" as he drew it out musically. She yelped though when she saw him swing his leg up and climb off the horse and onto the roof of her car. Suddenly the passenger door opened and he flipped himself into the seat next to her.

He sat with a splat because he was soaking wet. And Deborah almost hit the roof of the car when she jumped in shock. "Are you crazy!!! Get out of my car! You're soaked. Get out!"

"Lady, it's pouring out there and the only reason I'm soaked is 'cause I rode out here to give you a hand. Now, I can ride back home and get back to my brothers and our card game." As he spoke he was looking her over. Deborah felt his eyes as if they were hands running over all her curves. By time he gotten from her face down her body to her shapely dancer's legs he had a big grin on his face.

Deborah sat back against her door and looked at him. He looked to be maybe twenty five at most; he had close cropped hair that still managed to curl in the rain. His wet muscles glistened. All he was wearing were the overalls. She giggled again and gave him a broad smile.

"Of course, I'm so sorry. You rode out to rescue me. Thank you. But you are dripping all over my rental. Now, how can I get out of here."

"Well, you're dug in real good. From the sound we heard down at the house I wouldn't be surprised if you cracked an axle."

"So I need a tow truck."

"Yes, ma'am."

"So will you ride back to your house and call me a tow truck?"

"No, ma'am."

"Why not?"

"Phone's down."

"So can you get your car and give me a lift to town?"

"No, ma'am."

Deborah was getting a little exasperated. At the same time she kept feeling her eyes drop down to his lap and she could see a large bulge, a very large bulge, outlined in the damp fabric of his overalls. She could smell him too; he had an attractive smoky smell, like he worked over a wood stove. "Why can't you give me a lift to town."

"Road's out; bridge is out."

"So what can I do?"

"Pretty much nothing. I guess you should come down to the house. Nothing's going to be moving for at least until tomorrow." His eyes caught hers looking down at his bulge. He blushed slightly but he also grinned.

"So how far is your house?"

"'Bout a mile that way." He pointed down the road. "This is all pretty much our land around here. That's what you're driving on."

"I guess I'm trespassing," she giggled; Deborah was unconsciously twirling her hair seductively as she looked at him. "So who's home?"

"Just me and my two brothers. We're all on break from college and met here. Our parents own all this but they're still in the city. It's like our summer home."

With her eyes now brazenly staring at his crotch a shiver shot up her spine as she thought of her situation. A deserted country road, an isolated farm house, and if the one sitting next to her was any indication, three good looking college men hung like ...

"Ma'am, are you OK?"

Deborah blinked for a second. She shook her golden mane and smiled. "Sorry, I guess I'm in shock or something. I'm Deborah. Deborah Simmons." She held out her hand to shake.

The man took her hand and covered it with his. He grinned broadly. "Um, I already recognized you."

The beautiful blonde sighed and leaned back against the door again. She shook her head, "Now what are we going to do?"

He held his grin. "Don't worry; we're all gentlemen."

Deborah stared straight out the window. "How long is it going to rain?"

"Radio said until morning."

"Damn," she muttered still staring ahead. She turned to him again and looked him over. She did the math once more: wrecked car, rain storm, no roads, no phone, 3 brothers, 12 inches times 3 ... An evil grin came across her face. She scrunched up and tucked her legs under herself. Her whole body was facing his and she took his hands.

"I'm going to ask you to let me do something. But if you say yes and you let me, that doesn't mean anything's gonna happen. I just need to check something. OK? Nothing else is going to happen."

"Sure."

"OK," she said softly; now she was blushing and looking sideways off towards the dashboard. "What I want to do is ... I mean I want to feel ... measure, I want to measure ... I mean, how long is ..." As she mumbled on he chuckled and took one of her hands.

Her slender hand trembled as he lifted it up and pressed it against his bare chest. With a firm grip he drew her now quaking hand down his torso and down the loose overalls. Her soft skin pushed away the fabric sticking to him. She let out a noiseless yelp as her fingers touched the base of his shaft then kept going and going, and going.

"Oh ...my....god," she gasped; her whole arm was reaching down in his overalls; she rested her other hand on the bulge outside of the wet fabric. She shuttered as she took in the sensation of what seemed to be a steel pipe between his legs.

"How? I mean ... where? I mean, we're not doing anything. Nothing's going to happen." She kept mumbling in shock. He laughed as he pulled her trembling hand out of his pants.

He sat back and chuckled, knowing that she was too intrigued now to stop. He could take his time seducing her.

Deborah looked at him while pressing her hand to her chest, as if to catch her breath. "Let's go to bed, I mean let's go to your place, Oh, no, your house... let's get to your house." Now she started to laugh nervously; finally she just went "plthtth" and stuck out her tongue. She slumped down as if exhausted; she realized that she was going to try to have him as soon as she could.

"Do you have a rain coat? That leather outfit of yours is going to get ruined in the rain."

Deborah rolled her eyes and turned around to rummage through her bags in the back seat. Her plump ass was squirming in his face.

He went out his side and over the roof again. Once he was mounted she opened her door. He held her arms with a firm grip and lifted her up out of the car and into the warm pouring rain and up into his lap. She put one arm around him and her other hand rested on his crotch.

The horse was anxious to get out of the rain so the huge beast trotted quickly down the hill. Deborah was very still pressing into his muscular frame. The fingers on bulge in his lap kept stroking in rhythm with the horse. The trip to the cabin was far to short for Deborah's liking.

The two brothers were waiting by the front door. "Everything all right?" one called out. The horse trotted up and the rider handed down the beautiful woman. He jumped off the horse and swept Deborah off her feet and into his arms. "This is Deborah, guys. Deborah, this is Eddie and Larry; I'm Keary by the way." He turned back to his brothers. "I'm going to take her upstairs to warm her up. Take care of the horse." He carried her towards the door, but turned his head and called back. "Oh, her car is up the hill and it's shot. Deborah'll be spending the night."

Deborah couldn't hear Larry and Eddie's reaction to the news. Keary had pushed the door open and the warmth of an open fire hit her wet skin. She snuggled into his arms as he carried her upstairs to a small bedroom with a wood stove glowing warm. Outside the driving rain made patterns on the windows and beat rhythms on the roof.

He set her feet on the floor but she seemed wobbly and leaned against him. She started to slide her hands down the front of his overalls. "I better get you out of these wet clothes," he muttered.

The feeling of her long finger nails scratching down his bare belly towards his cock was kind of distracting. She was looking down at his bulge and mumbling. "Get your clothes off..." She shook her head in embarrassment and looked up at him and smiled shyly. "I'm sorry, I got distracted. You want to take my skirt and blowse off? I mean I should get out of these things..." Suddenly she moaned as her fingers found his massive rod. "Oh my god," she groaned. She pulled it up so it rested on his belly and she followed its huge shape up past his navel.

Her delicate hands ran up and down the shaft slowly. Her finger tips were touching each other and her nails were tickling and scratching the skin on his belly and chest. Her palms were pressed against the girth of the cock as they squeezed it while running up and down.

He moaned and said, "I better help." He started to unzip the windbreaker but he had to forcefully take each hand away from his cock to slip the sleeves off.

"This is really big. How does it ...? I mean what happens ..." Deborah was babbling as if in a hypnotic trance. She was now dressed only in her underwear and the tee shirt which damply clung to the lush curves of her body. Her eyes brightened for a second. "You're all wet ... you need to get out of these wet clothes." Suddenly she was free of her clothes.

Deborah's eyes were glowing with delight. "It's beautiful. It's so big, and so hard." She pressed it against her own belly and shuddered when she realized how deep inside of her it could reach.

He was still muttering about wet clothes as he lifted the tee shirt over her breasts and started to pull it over her arms. Deborah giggled uncontrollably as she lifted her arms straight over her head. The red blowse gathered up her golden mane of hair and then released it, letting the curls tumble like golden fire down her shoulders and back and lightly brush across his face. "Yes, you've got to undress me," she giggled. She held her slender arms out invitingly.

The white bra was wet and her nipples were visible in the sheer fabric. He slid one thin shoulder strap down her soft shoulder then did the same with the other strap, then he slowly began to push the garment down towards her waist. She was watching his eyes intently as he stared at the luscious flesh of her breasts as more and more was revealed.

When her erect nipples popped out he licked his lips and she grinned knowingly. She loved the effect those nipples had on men. "You can touch them. Do you want to touch them. I'm touching you." In fact, her fingers were lightly racing up and down the length of his shaft as it was pressed between them.

With one shapely breast in each hand Keary bent down to kiss those delicious mounds. Deborah groaned and whispered, "That's so nice, it feels so good," but she wasn't sure if she was talking about the feel of his tongue taunting her nipple or the sensation of her fingers wrapping around his cock.

He continued to work his mouth, covering her neck and chest with kisses. Meanwhile his hands pushed the bra past her hips and it slid to the floor. He undid the clasps of the garter belt and slid that off too. As he pushed it down he grabbed her round rear and dug his fingers in as he pulled her up towards him. She was lifted into the air, gliding on her belly along his shaft.

She threw her arms around his neck and pried open his mouth with her tongue. She was squirming and rubbing her pelvis against his cock as they kissed.

He sat on the bed with her bottom across his knees. His massive rod still stood between them. He pushed his fingers under the edge of her stocking and guided the fine threads away from her supple skin. The silk was warm from her touch and made a rustling sound in harmony with the rain.

She stayed in his lap as he pulled each stocking off. He continued to kiss her and fondle her. She rested her head on his shoulder and dreamily drew circles over his back. Finally, she looked up at him with misty eyes. "What happens to a hot sexy girl models, when, you know ...?" she whispered shyly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean when it's inside...I mean, it's SO BIG!" she squealed.

He chuckled quietly, "Well, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell."

She laughed with him. "Do you think you could ... you want to ... Can you... Can I?" she just kept stuttering as she laughed with him. "Wait, let me see something." She turned in his lap so that her long legs were wrapped around him. Their pelvises were touching and she took his shaft and held it against her body like a yardstick. It stretched up past her navel and its tip almost touched her ribs.

Deborah was stroking his back and letting him enjoy her magnificent body. He sucked on one nipple while he squeezed the other, then switched. Deborah wiggled in his lap feeding more of her breasts to his hungry mouth. "Oh, that feels good. Do you like my nipples, don't they taste good?" She squeezed his shaft with one hand, "This is so big, so hard. How do you do it, I mean what happens when you put it in? Oh my God, it's so big."

He was smiling but pretended to ignore her fascination with his cock. "I love sucking your tits. I love seeing you naked."

Deborah giggled hot sexy girl modelsishly, "Well, I'm not naked yet. I still have my panties on for protection." He put both hands on her rear and pulled her in closer. She put her legs around him as he lifted her up, gliding her swollen hot sexy girl models over his shaft. Even through the silk panties his flesh felt white hot.

Deborah's tongue was running wild over his face, in his ears, and up and down his neck. She looked down and saw the cockhead so close; she couldn't help licking over the tip. She moaned for a second and then blushed with embarrassment. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't..." But he took her head and pushed it down again. She slipped down to the floor and held his cock while she looked up at him in amazement. "How does a hot sexy girl models do this?"

"Just do what you do with your sweet mouth."

Deborah extended her tongue and touched the tip. Her tongue jumped back as it felt the heat but she pushed it out again and ran it up along a throbbing vein. "Mmmmmm" she moaned as she journeyed up and down.

She knelt down and bent as low as she could go. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and picked up her body gliding the shaft along her tongue. It hit the back of her throat and she gagged and struggled to bend her head back to take more in.

Keary kept still, just running his fingers through her soft hair. Deborah struggled and squirmed, gulping and sucking as much as she could. She looked up at him sweetly, proud of her ability to take so much of him.

Suddenly his whole body stiffened and Deborah felt hot juices flooding into her. She worked frantically to swallow it all, digging her nails into his thighs. Finally she collapsed onto the floor.

Deborah watched him with satisfaction as he lifted her up. She rolled to the head of the narrow bed with a giggle and pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs.

"Hey," the beautiful blonde managed to breath out with a dusky voice, "That was fun. Hm?" She looked at him with sultry eyes and held out her left hand to take his. "How're ya doing?" she whispered as she pulled him invitingly on to the bed.

He knelt in front of her and slipped his hand under her chin and pulled her sweet face up for a kiss. Her luscious blonde hair was still damp and smelled like flowers. Her mouth was eager and her pink tongue darted into him searching and tickling all over. He ran his hands down her naked back, luxuriating in the sensual heat of her pale skin as his fingers clutched her deliciously plump rear and pulled her up slightly. His thumbs dug under the elastic of her panties.

Deborah broke the kiss with a gasp and she felt his hands squeeze her round bottom. She nibbled his neck for a second and then breathed into his ear, "If you take my panties off I'll be completely nude, all bare just for you. Would you like to take my panties off." Following this her tongue spun around inside his ear.

The man pushed the elastic down over her lush cheeks and then under her as he pulled the flimsy fabric down over her rear and up her thighs. His fingers pressed deep as they ran along her tasty body drawing a white line in her flesh which was blushing with passion.

When the panties were up around her knees he paused and looked into her deep soulful eyes. She looked back with absolute lust; her lips slightly parted. She nodded her head and her white gold hair shimmered in the soft light. "I'm going to be all naked just for you," she moaned softly.

He pushed the panties down her legs and they snapped as the elastic paused on her toes before he tossed them away with a flourish. She giggled lightly as he ran the back of his hand up her legs and inner thighs. He took a firm grip of each knee and slowly parted them.

Deborah looked into his eyes with a pleading look. She wanted him inside desperately. She tilted her head slightly and her still damp hair tumbled off her shoulders and onto her perfect breasts, the nipples red and stretched out in offering to his mouth.

With her shapely legs slightly parted, Deborah looked fragile and inviting. "How do you do it?" she asked nervously. She was thrilled with the idea of that huge piece barreling into her and filling her up but she was also afraid of the pain it would cause. She looked so delicate and innocent staring at him, her face pale and soft with her eyes watching him, eager and yielding. Her gold hair framed her face and bosom. Her nipples stood out, reaching for him. As she spread her legs her golden bush was revealed, glistening with her dewy juices. She parted her lips and licked them as she slid her legs down to the bed and began to wrap them around him drawing him into her.

"You need to trust me Deborah; you're going to be fine. I've wanted to do this to you for so long." He put a pillow between her head and the headboard of the bed. Then he gently lifted her hips and slipped pillows under her rear. She was now laying with her body in an arch. She was breathing rapidly and her legs were shaking. The only sound in the room were her short breaths and the rain pounding the roof but Deborah imagined that she could hear her heart pounding loudly.

She took a trembling hand and put it in his mouth, he licked her fingers, then she lowered her hand down to her swollen hot sexy girl models. His fingers slipped in with hers. She was already soaking but their fingers intertwined as they spread her lips and teased her clit.

He lifted his body and rested the head of the cock between those hungry, throbbing lips. She formed a guide with her hands and they held this pose staring at each others face waiting for a sign.

"I really want you in me," she signed, "But it's so big." Her finger tips were lightly caressing the cock she held pressed in her palms over her slit. "What happens when you put it in me?"

"It's going to be so sweet inside of you, to feel you squeezing and wet all around me. I want to give it to you."

"I really want you. I want you in me." She spread her legs wider and put one on his back, the other was running up and down frantically over his legs. "I ..." but suddenly she screamed as her eyes saw nothing but white light then flaming red. Her body exploded from the inside as the steel shaft rammed into her. Just as abruptly he pulled out. She gasped and held her body against his and struggled to catch her breath. "Oh God, that was fantastic. I never felt so full." One of her hands grabbed the cock and began to guide it back in.

This time he eased in slowly; she felt her body expanding around the shaft as it kept coming and coming. It seemed to be pushing a ball of pleasure up and into her. With her eyes wide with amazement she watched the huge cock slowly push into her frail body. With each inch she thought she was at the limit but then he pushed some more and new waves of bliss consumed her. Minute after minute went by and still he was feeding her hot sexy girl models with cock. Finally with a satisfied groan from both of them the dark curls of his pubic hair became entangled with her golden dewy bush.

Again they paused, almost posing, as they reveled in the sensations of his cock all the way in her. He felt her juices swirling all around him in that tight tunnel. She felt like his cock was growing longer and wider as it pushed in deeply and spread her body out. "Oh, I love your cock, I love it in me. I want you to ride me now. I want you to feel good." She was starting to lift her hips up and she was squeezing her arms and legs tightly around him. Her face had a grimace of pain but she was giggling and sobbing with delight.

Slowly he drew out and she felt her soul being drawn out of her. She sighed and moaned; when he was almost all the way out he started with excruciating care to push back in. The cock seemed to find new places to touch as it journeyed deep into her. As the huge shaft throbbed with excitement Deborah felt her own body pulsating with the blood in his veins.

He went back and forth inside her in a slow sensual dance. She could do little more than moan and squeeze him tighter. Gradually an orgasm began to build inside her like coal being squeezed into a diamond. When the bliss burst inside her sending fireworks up and down her spine she began to bite his shoulder and ears as she howled, "Oh my God, it's so big, it's so good, I feel your cock between my ears!! Ride me baby, take me away." She was thrusting into him and he began to pick up the pace. Pumping faster and driving in harder. The pillow at her head kept her from crashing into the wooden frame of the bed. Her face was twisted in heavenly agony. "Come on baby, love me, love me, love me." Her nails were scratching up and down his back and her legs were kicking at him.

"I love fucking you," he was groaning, "You're so hot, so tight, I feel it coming, I'm coming." She could feel it too. His hot juices shot out just as he rammed in the deepest he had gone get. He stayed there for a few moments, shooting into every corner of her body. Then he began pumping in salvo after salvo. Each blast brought another shuttering orgasm and wail from the beauty underneath him.

"Yes, oh, yes, oh yes," was her constant scream as he continued to fill her up. Even after he was long drained out she was still bucking and writhing against him, bliss bursting in her like a constant series of explosions. Slowly she began to fade until she passed out into a dream.

When Deborah Simmons woke up she was alone in the room. There was a towel and a bathrobe at the foot of the bed and she saw a bathroom through the open door. She got up and treated herself to a hot shower. The rain was still pounding the roof and its drumming kept her in a dreamy state. When the shower curtain was pulled open and a man stepped in she recognized Keary's face through the steam of the shower. She smiled at him as he lifted her up and onto his gargantuan shaft. Holding a rail with both hands she let herself be pumped up and down like a doll. She had her legs wrapped around his hips and once she was stable he was able to take one hand and taunt her clit to ecstasy. As she bounced up and down her hair was flying and her nipples were tickling his chest. When he started to come he plunged her down on himself brutally and held her hot sexy girl models against the base of his shaft as his hot seed flowed into her in one continuous stream. He emptied out and lowered her legs to the floor and they scrubbed each other lovingly.

Deborah's whole body was tingling with pleasure and she could barely speak. After the shower he patted her dry and helped her into the robe. He just wrapped a towel around his waist. It was dark now and when they headed down the stairs Deborah could see a large fire warming the living room. There were the two brothers sitting on the couch. One of them looked exactly like Keary. She sat between them and turned to one and said, "Hi, I'm Deborah."

"Eddie," he said with a smile.

She turned to the other brother expectantly, "We already met, Deborah. I'm Keary." Deborah turned to the man in the towel who she had just made love with in the shower. "That's Larry," Keary said with a chuckle. Deborah looked at each of the three men and her face was crimson.

Leaning back into the couch, she sobbed quietly. "I'm not that kind of hot sexy girl models. This is unfair."

Keary tried to put an arm around her but was pushed away. "Deborah, we know how sweet you are; we could never think otherwise, but ...well... you're irresistible."

Again her lovely blue eyes moved from face to face. "How long do I have to stay here?"

"Well, the phone's down, and your car is kaput. The roads generally take a day to clear after the rain stops and it hasn't stopped yet. And the bridge is out, so... a day or two at least."

As Keary was talking Deborah was looking at Larry and realizing that he and Keary were exact twins, every inch of them. Then she turned to Eddie next to her. He looked a little older with much longer hair. Her eyes involuntarily went down to his lap and she noticed that other parts of him were longer too. Her tongue reflexively darted past her lips for a second.

"I guess we'll have to make the most of it," she sighed.

"We fixed you some dinner," Keary said proudly.

In fact, they had a nice spaghetti dinner set up in the dining room complete with candles and wine. During the meal Deborah enjoyed being teased and teasing back. It turns out that they all were fans of her appearance as Miss May and her Playmate of the Year pictorial was a big hit. As the wine flowed Deborah got more and more comfortable. By the end of the meal she was running her bare foot up and down Eddie's leg as he sat across from her. All three men were dressed in simple overalls.

"So what's for desert; and don't say it's me," she laughed. The men laughed too and Larry explained that it was his turn to do dishes and Keary's turn to put together a desert. Since Eddie had made dinner his job was to entertain Deborah until desert was served.

Eddie and Deborah walked hand in hand back to the living room. He built up the fire while Deborah sat on the floor next to him resting her chin on her knees. "So you're the older brother?"

"That's right."

"I think you're the bigger brother too."

"Yes, ma'am, I believe so. I never really did a study on it"

"I think I qualify as an expert now. Maybe I should measure you?"

He tossed another log on the fire. The flames jumped up and brightened the room. Deborah's eyes were flashing and her hair shimmered in the warm light. He faced her with a hard and determined look. "I think you should."

They both stood up in front of the fire. They watched their shadows on the opposite wall as Deborah unclasped the overalls and pushed them to the floor. He was untying her robe and unwrapping her gorgeous pale body. She ran her hand down his shaft with a grin. "I think you are bigger, but there's only one way to be sure." He bent down and filled her mouth with his tongue and pressed her breasts together. They spent a long time standing there and kissing and fondling each other's bodies.

Deborah took a deep breath and pushed Eddie onto the floor and onto his back. She stood over his waist and began to lower herself down. When the cock pierced her she gave a little yelp and rocked her hips a bit. She continued down, swaying slightly so that the cock touched every inch of her insides. When she reached the base she gave a little bounce to drive him that much more into her. He thrust up and they were on their way. He was thrusting up and down and his rear made a slapping noise as it kept hitting the floor. She was howling brazenly and driving herself up and down the shaft with her breasts and her hair dancing wildly. He came, she came, he came again, and she came again. When they were finished she tossed herself on top of him. She lay there stroking his still rock hard shaft.

Larry and Keary came in with desert and when they saw the nude beauty glowing in the firelight they immediately stripped off their clothes. Deborah gave no resistance as they lifted her off of Eddie and carried her over to the coffee table. Keary lay with his face up on the table and he and Larry slowly eased her bottom onto his cock; Deborah was squealing gibberish as she laughed and sobbed, twisting and turning into the sweet pain. As soon as he was all the way in, her body was draped over his and Larry positioned himself between her legs and rammed himself into her hungry hot sexy girl models. Deborah felt her body completely consumed by cock but then Eddie got up and she found his cock sliding down her throat.

All three rods were driving into her. The beautiful playmate was writhing and twisting and responding to each thrust with a burst of ecstatic pleasure. She giggled as she was gagging on Eddie and trying to hold all of him in her sweet mouth; she realized that she had over a yard of cock pulsating inside of her. Her legs were flailing wildly and her arms were gripping the tabletop as she struggled to keep all the bodies from falling off the table. Hands were caressing every inch of her. She was being fucked inside and out. Keary came first, then Larry, then Eddie. The bolts of seed seemed to shoot through her and meet in the center of her quaking body where they exploded. All four bodies tumbled onto the floor in a mass of limbs and skin. Everybody was laughing and moaning when the door burst open and a huge hulking bear of a man stomped into the room, dripping with rain.

"Who's that?" Deborah gasped in fear.

"Oh, that's our big brother, Jim. He's been out hunting."

"Your BIG brother you say?"

The End