Yule Tied Up (Verona Falls University: Christmas Story)

7. Mackenzie

CHAPTER 7

Mackenzie

We bundle back inside, leaving our snowman to guard the cabin.

We strip back down to our inside clothes, hanging up coats and leaving snowy shoes by the door. Dom goes straight to the fire and adds another couple of logs. The fire had already burned down to red embers, and we need the warmth.

I stand as close to it as possible, putting out my hands, palms exposed, to absorb the heat. Building the snowman had been fun, but the cold seems to have seeped right down to my bones.

Tino moves behind me and wraps his arms around me.

“You’re cold,” he says, kissing the side of my neck.

“I’ll warm up quickly enough.”

One of his hands trails down the front of my body. “I know how to generate some heat.”

He continues to kiss the side of my neck as his hand slips beneath the waistband of my sweatpants. I make no effort to stop him, and, within seconds, his fingers are inside my panties and sliding between my folds. I let out a sigh of pleasure and lean back against him. I love the solid bulk of his muscle and glance down to watch his tattooed arm work inside my pants.

He pushes a finger inside me, and then adds a second, stretching me. I let out a whimper, and he adds a third. I cry out at that, bucking my hips against his hand. Fuck, there’s a slight sting, but it feels incredible.

“You know this pussy is made for our cocks,” he says against my ear. “Ever wonder if you can take all three of us?”

That sounds completely impossible to me. I’ve taken two of them inside me, and a third in my ass all at once, but I’m not sure all three would be something I could manage. It’s not as though they’re small.

The other two have noticed what’s going on.

Kirill has his hand down his pants and is working his cock.

His light blue eyes darken at Tino’s suggestion. “Imagine all three of us coming inside you at the same time. There would be so much cum, just flooding out of you.”

“And then I’d photograph you,” Tino says. “Your legs spread and your pussy gaping, with all our cum dripping out of you.”

He strums my clit, and I whimper. My second orgasm of the day builds, tightening low in my core. My legs shake, and I’m sure if I didn’t have Tino’s support, I’d fall to the floor. The muscles in my stomach and thighs tighten, and my pussy flutters around Tino’s fingers.

Dom stands from the fire, his gaze glued to us. “I want to fuck your mouth, your pussy and your ass.”

I’m confident the guys brought lube with them, and probably some toys as well. We’ve never been shy about using things like that in the bedroom.

I’m on the brink of my climax, about to let it wash me away. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck!”

Kirill drops to his knees in front of me, wrestles down my sweatpants and panties, and tugs them off my feet. He pulls Tino’s fingers from my pussy—and I’m about to complain about the interruption—but he replaces them with his mouth. It’s hot and wet, and he knows exactly how to use his tongue, which I’m pretty sure is larger than the average—just like the rest of him.

Tino slides his hand to my ass. He uses the wetness from my pussy to lubricate my hole, and then pushes his finger inside. With Kirill licking my pussy and Tino fingering my ass, I’m seconds from coming. I hope they don’t keep trying to edge me.

Dom joins in the fun, pulling off my sweatshirt and then my t-shirt, before unclasping my bra. As it falls away, he stares at my breasts for a long moment. His gaze is so intense it feels as if he’s touching me, and my nipples tighten.

Palming my breasts in his big hands, he squeezes them and flicks his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. “I wonder if they could hold a light Christmas ornament,” he ponders.

I gasp as he pinches both nipples between thumb and forefinger, letting go and watching as they darken and harden.

Kirill stretches me once more by pushing two fingers inside me, still flicking my clit with his tongue. Tino pushes a second finger in my ass, too. It burns slightly, and I cry out, but I love the sensation of being completely impaled on their hands. I know they’re preparing me to take them.

Dom walks away and comes back, holding a silly Christmas hat. He places it on my head and then grabs a garland from the tree, wrapping that around my shoulders.

“Need some snow,” he muses. He walks to the refrigerator and returns a moment later, grinning, a can of whipped cream in his hand.

He proceeds to shake it and then squirt it all over my breasts.

He groans, “Snow-topped mountains with cherry tips.”

I moan in delight when he leans in and sucks a creamy nipple into his mouth.

“Great idea for dessert,” Tino says. “Let’s put some on her pussy, too.”

I squeak at that idea, but Dom is obviously down for it because he stalks into the bathroom and comes back with a huge towel, laying it on the floor before gesturing for me to lie down.

Kirill and Tino slide their fingers from me and step back, allowing me the space to get on the floor. My impending orgasm recedes once more. A small part of me is frustrated, but I also know, when the time comes, these guys are going to make me see stars. Besides, I’m going to love every second of getting there. What woman wouldn’t want to be worshipped by these three incredible men?

“On your back to start with, legs spread,” Dom orders.

The men are still clothed, and I’m naked, except for my hat and garland. It feels dirty and naughty, but in the best way.

“Part your legs wider, Kukla .” Kirill takes the cream cannister from Dom and kneels over me. He turns to Tino. “Spread her pussy lips wide. Let’s get her all creamed up.”

Tino kneels to one side and, using his fingers, bares my most intimate place to the three men. Kirill aims the nozzle at my clit and a spray of cold, thick cream hits it. I squeal at the shock of the cold, my hips bucking, and Kirill turns to Dom.

“Want to lick some off?” he asks.

Dom growls and pushes Kirill out of the way as he kneels between my legs. He flicks his tongue, and his warm caress against the cold cream is divine. He slurps and licks and sucks, and I’m panting by the time he’s done.

Kirill has walked back over to the fridge, and he returns holding a huge, juicy strawberry, with the green stem hollowed out and removed.

“Here,” he says to Dom. “Put this in her pussy, with some cream on top, and then move so I can eat it out of her.”

“Fuck me,” Tino groans.

Dom focuses on my hole and carefully works the narrow end of the strawberry inside me. He’s careful not to crush it, which I’m grateful for, as the last thing I want is to be filled with strawberry juice. Way to get a bladder infection. He only pushes it a little way in, and then squirts cream around it.

“Holy fuck,” Tino says. “I’ve got to photograph this. You need to see how you look, Duchess.”

He comes back a moment later with his camera and takes pictures. “That will be a nice memory to jerk off to.” He laughs and turns the camera around, bending down closer to show me the photograph.

It’s a close up of my spread legs, shaved pussy clear and obscene, a strawberry sticking out of me, and cream all around it in a pretty pattern.

“Let me fucking eat,” Kirill growls.

He sounds starving, as if he hasn’t just had a massive meal. He bends down, kneeling between my legs, and gently sucks the strawberry into his mouth, groaning around it before he eats it all. Then he licks up the cream, lapping at me, until it is all gone. I expect him to get up, but he doesn’t. He sucks my clit into his mouth and works me until my orgasm builds again. Then he stands and looks down at me as I pant in dismay at him not letting me come.

“What else can we stick inside our doll?” Tino’s eyes glitter, showing he’s excited about what’s unfolding.

“This?” Dom is by the fridge again and he holds up a big cucumber.

“Yes.” Tino laughs darkly.

My eyes widen at the thickness of it. “Um, guys, I’m not sure.”

“You can do it, Kukla ,” Kirill soothes. He bends down again and runs his hand over my thigh. “Just take a little and then we’ll fuck you, like the good girl you are.”

“Okay,” I say, unsure but turned on enough and desperate enough to come to give it a go. I want to be fucked, and if I have to take the cucumber first, then so be it.

Tino takes the cucumber. “My turn.” He positions himself between my legs. “Can you pass me a thick cushion?”

Dom hands him one from the couch, and Tino pushes it under me, raising my pussy.

He fills me with two fingers, thrusting them in and out, and then three. By the time he adds a fourth, I’m breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling. I glance up, and the awe on the faces of each man turns me on so much I feel new wetness seeping from me to coat Tino’s fingers.

“Let’s try this now, baby,” he says and grabs the cucumber.

He presses the end against my pussy. It’s cold and hard, which contrasts against my soft heat. He starts to push it into me, and I stretch for him. At first, it’s okay, but as he gets to the thick part, it stings. Sweat beads on my brow and trickles between my breasts.

“Just relax for us, Kukla ,” Kirill says. “You’re stretching around it so beautifully.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Dom presses his hand against his cock as if he can’t go a moment longer without the relief.

Dom moves in behind me and helps me half sit, so I can watch where my pussy is taking the vegetable. It’s obscene, me stretched around the green length. Tino slides it out of me a couple of inches, and my arousal coats the outside of it.

Tino gently fucks me with the cucumber, and Kirill stares at my pussy as if in a trance.

With a growl, Tino slides the cucumber out of my pussy, tears his zipper down, and fists his cock. His Jacob’s Ladder piercings glint in the firelight, but he doesn’t give me time to touch him. He positions himself at my gaping pussy and thrusts into me right up to the hilt in one smooth move as if he can’t wait. I cry out, filled with him, and my arms come around him as he pumps into me. He’s like a man possessed, fucking me so hard and fast, I cling on for dear life.

“Fuck me, Tino, take it easy. You’re like a dog in heat.” Dom laughs but Tino doesn’t.

He stares at me, fire in his brown gaze. “Come for me, Duchess, and I’ll fill you up.”

My climax builds, everything tightening higher and higher with every thrust. I fall over the edge, my pussy pulsing around Tino’s cock. My toes curl and my back bows, and I squeeze my eyes shut, seeing stars. I can’t control the noises coming from between my lips, and my fingernails claw into Tino’s back. He loses his rhythm, jamming himself deep inside me, curses spilling from his lips. His cock jerks as he comes, too, filling me up, the way he promised.

We fall together, both breathing hard, our hearts hammering against each other’s. He smooths my hair back from my face—my Christmas hat and garland long fallen off—and kisses my lips, smiling against me.

“Dom’s turn next,” Kirill says.

Dom grins at him. “You freak.”

Kirill loves to see me filled with and covered in cum.

Tino withdraws, and I let my arms fall out to the sides, my body relaxed now I’ve had an intense orgasm.

“Get the toy for me, will you?” Dom asks Tino. “The bullet.”

The bullet?

Tino tucks himself away and heads into the bedroom, returning a moment later with a small, gold, lipstick sized toy.

Dom takes it from him and turns it on, applying it to my clit. The vibration is intense, even though it’s small. I’m already sensitive from my orgasm, and it’s like receiving an electric shock.

“Oh, fuck” I cry, reaching down to still Dom’s hand.

“Let me see better,” Tino says.

Dom shakes off my hold and parts me, running the toy around and then over my clit. It’s pulsing and over-sensitized, but it still feels so good. I’m moaning and whimpering again in no time.

“It’s so swollen, Kenzie.” Tino lies on the floor, camera in hand, and starts snapping. “Your pretty clit is sticking out so good.” He smiles. “The zoom on this thing is awesome. Your pussy is my favorite thing to film.”

Oh, God. I throw an arm over my eyes. These men will be the death of me.

“Sorry, my friend, but I need to be inside this pussy,” Dom says to Tino. “You’ll have to film her clit in closeup again later.”

Dom positions to hold himself over me and moves my arm from my face. “Eyes on me, Duchess,” he orders.

I stare at him as he fists his cock to position himself, and then pushes inside me. He takes me by surprise when he leans down and gives me a gentle, loving kiss. Our tongues tangle as we fuck slowly. I’m so wet, conscious of the noises it makes, but it only seems to turn Dom on more.

His hand knots in my hair as he thrusts inside me. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Does it turn you on that I’m fucking you through Tino’s cum?”

I can’t speak; I can only nod against him. I’m conscious of every inch of him sliding in and out of me, and the pleasure is intense. It doesn’t take long for another orgasm to build, and, as it does, our movements increase to match it.

My eyes slip shut, but Dom’s hand around my throat sends them pinging open again.

“I said, eyes on me,” he growls.

I draw a sharp breath and nod. We fuck, staring into each other’s eyes. I’m not sure I can cope, it’s all so intense. Our bodies slam together, and I know I’m going to break. Little cries of ‘oh, oh, oh’ escape me, and my pussy clamps around him. I throw my head back, and Dom tenses, a shudder wracking through his body. I drift from this plane for a few seconds, pleasure taking me somewhere else entirely.

He fills me up, too, his hips jerking and his cock pulsing. His offering adds to Tino’s inside me. I float back down to Earth and smile as he peppers kisses over my face.

I still have Kirill to take a turn. He’s stripped off entirely, unlike the other two.

The minute Dom slips out of me, Kirill takes his place and lines himself up with my entrance.

I’m curious why he hasn’t taken the time to look at me all swollen and filled with their cum. It’s kind of his thing, but he’s practically shaking with need. He thrusts straight into me. He fucks me a few times like that, and then pulls out, flips me over, and hauls me up so I’m on my knees and elbows.

He spanks my ass twice and groans, sliding back in. Reaching under me with one hand, he grabs the vibe from where it is resting on top of the towel and puts it back on my clit, moving it around and driving me out of my mind with lust.

The room is filled with the sound and scent of us having sex. Knowing the other two men are watching fills me with a deep excitement. I love having them watch.

The thought has me pulsing as my third—no, fourth—orgasm of the day starts to build, and Kirill presses the vibe against me harder.

“It feels so good when you spasm around me like that, Kukla .”

“Oh, fuck, Kirill, I’m going to come again. I don’t think I can handle it.” I genuinely think I might have a brain aneurism or something.

“Do it, baby,” Dom says. “Come for us, let us see.”

I almost sob as it hits me. My thighs are shaking, and my core convulses around Kirill, milking him. He swears and finds his own release, slamming into me. He holds himself deep, filling me full of cum. I’m going to be dripping when I stand up.

Panting, we finally come to a halt, and Kirill kisses the spot at the top of my spine, my skin damp with sweat.

He turns me over, and I let out a little whimper at the thought of having to stand up and get myself to the bathroom to clean up.

I begin to push up to standing, but Kirill gently presses me down until I’m lying on the towel on my back again. He parts my legs and stares at me. “Jesus, Kukla , so much cum. It’s seeping out of you even with you on your back like this.”

“Look at that, hot damn,” Tino says. “Can I take a picture of you stuffed full of us, baby?”

I laugh at that because it’s not as if I’m going to say no when he’s taken a picture of me with a strawberry half out of my pussy.

“Jesus, okay, but then I need a shower.”

He grabs his camera, and Kirill settles down beside me, just holding me, kissing me. I look over his shoulder at Dom, smile …then scream.